Mo Xiaoyan glanced at Lu Xiaoman with flickering eyes, noticing for the first time ever how Lu Xiaoman's delicate face had fallen.
"Sister..." Mo Xiaoyan called softly, feeling somewhat guilty.
Lu Xiaoman took a deep breath, quietly watching Mo Xiaoyan with her beautiful eyes, and sneered, "Do you think I believe you?"
"Sister, it's true." Mo Xiaoyan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly said, "I can swear. I'm truly upset for you, feeling it's not worth it for you..."
"Enough!" Lu Xiaoman suddenly erupted as never before, standing up all of a sudden, her delicate face as cold as ice, the depths of her beautiful eyes filled with deep sorrow and pain, "If you didn't have a guilty conscience, why are you so eager to clear yourself?"
"I'm afraid you'll misunderstand." Mo Xiaoyan hurriedly defended, "Sister, you have to believe me."
