Zhan Nanjue heard Ou Yimo ask this, and felt as if struck by lightning, his body became stiff.
"She's not that kind of person."
Ou Yimo heard Zhan Nanjue's response, and a flash of hatred appeared in her eyes.
"Yes, she's a good person, a kind-hearted Angel in white, and I'm the only one with a vicious heart, cruel and ruthless, so I deserve to die. You shouldn't have saved me, if I had died, I wouldn't be so sad and hurt now, categorized as 'that kind of person' by you."
Zhan Nanjue furrowed his brow deeply: "Yimo..."
Ou Yimo continued:
"You said if I admitted my mistake, you would forgive me, but that was just a lie, wasn't it? It's true, I deceived you first, what right do I have to blame you. You don't like me anymore, but I can't stop liking you."
Zhan Nanjue looked at her with a complex expression.
Ou Yimo said:
