"I've said it before, if you don't trust me and feel it's inconvenient to tell me certain things, I can understand." His eyes were full of sarcasm. "You can choose not to answer directly, there's no need to rack your brains to fabricate some excuse to fool me!"
"...I'm sorry." She felt a bit flustered, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just... I don't know how to say it..."
Qiao Yebai turned around, his eyes slightly narrowed. "I only have one question: what exactly is your feeling for Yan Sijue?"
Mu Yiliang was stunned, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.
What exactly was her feeling for Yan Sijue?
Their ties began from that ludicrous marriage contract. She resisted the marriage, so she approached him with another identity.
Admittedly, at the beginning, even though she didn't want to become that inexplicable Mrs. Yan, she was curious about this man, Yan Sijue.
