Fang Anning looked at He Tingchen, full of hope.
Perhaps it really was her misunderstanding, perhaps she had been overthinking from the start.
But when He Tingchen looked at her, he didn't deny it, not in the least.
Fang Anning's heart gradually sank.
After a while, she managed a wry smile and self-mockingly said, "What am I expecting? You have deceived me, should I continue to deceive myself? I've been had today, shouldn't have trusted others so easily. Do with me as you will, kill or slash, at your pleasure."
"Did you ever truly like me?" He Tingchen asked.
Fang Anning snorted with laughter, looking at him with contempt and said, "He Tingchen, you don't seem like someone who would ask such a question, it's ridiculously laughable, and it makes me despise you."
"It seems not, as true love wouldn't be so cruel," He Tingchen said.
Fang Anning retorted angrily, "I'm cruel? Could I ever be as cruel as you? You actually want to kill my child."
He Tingchen stood up and left.
