Xin started trembling, lifting eyes that were red and swollen.
"You think only you deserve to be with me, but in my eyes, you're filthy and disgusting, only worthy of those men in the room." His voice was extremely gentle, yet his tone carried strong mockery and malice, "You look down on Yiliang, you think she's not worthy to be by my side, but I'm willing to sacrifice my life for her. She's the woman I love most, the person I trust most; to me, she's more important than myself! In the end, the only person who can stay by my side is her. No matter what you do, you can't change that!"
Standing silently at the back, Mu Yiliang was stunned to hear this and raised her head.
This personality of Yan Sijue seemed to be revealing himself for the first time; perhaps he just wanted to humiliate Xin, but hearing it still shook her deeply.
Xin looked at Yan Sijue, biting her lip hard, her gaze filled with hatred—almost madness—as if she wished to drink his blood and eat his flesh!
