Li Sihe's voice was so tender it was almost pathological. "To this day, Yueyue, do you still care whether or not I have a hard time?"
Bian Yue looked down, her hand gripping the phone tightening incessantly. "There's no point in asking such questions between us anymore. You know in your heart that I can't forgive the Li Family's actions."
"I know." His voice was still gentle.
Bian Yue paused, her voice growing tenser. "But Li Sihe, we've known each other for so long, and I know that in those seven years, there was true sincerity between us. I won't deny my past, and I dare to admit that I don't want anything to happen to you. At the very least, I hope you will have a safe and joyful life."
"You hope I have a safe and joyful life, yet you won't let go of my father and the Li Family?"
"Yes."
Li Sihe laughed, his voice tinged with desolation. "Yueyue, I'm the chairman of Feng Cheng, and these two things contradict each other."
