Was It Because Of Her?

Han Xue bit her lip hard, loosening her gripped hands and then grasping tightly again. She had repeated that many times.

Suddenly, her eyes were again fixed on the wall of the bedroom on the dazzling wedding photo on the wall as well as some ordinary sketches.

"Is it because of her?" She pointed to He Xiyan in the picture, a woman who should have died. Because of this woman, he could not have any interest in other women, including her?

Ye Hao looked at the direction pointed by Han Xue. Just one look, he closed his cold eyes firmly.

"Get out." Ye Hao ordered her out again, very impatient. At this time, besides impatience, there was also a little more pain in her eyes.

"You still miss her, don't you?" Instead of leaving, Han Xue continued, "But she was dead, dead for three years. She won't come back. She will never come back."