"At a time like this, you still dare not to confess!" Zhan Nanjue's expression was cold and stern.
"No, Azhan, you have to save me. In the past, every time you would save me, you would help me, right? I won't dare anymore, I won't ever dare again... I've reformed, really... really..."
"You have already used up too many 'last chances'." Zhan Nanjue coldly shook off Ou Yimo's hand.
The thought that he was almost kept in the dark, that he almost married her, made him feel completely cold.
Ou Yimo fell to the ground, her face ashen, and shouted at Zhan Nanjue, "Why, why are you so heartless to me!"
"I have to thank you, thank you for letting me know that you have only ever used me, thank you for letting me know just how vicious you are. Thank you for using up my sympathy, so I can be so merciless to you!"
Ou Yimo's eyes widened in shock, and tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks.
