"Ye Xiong, what exactly do you want? Aren't you being too selfish?" Yang Xinyi walked over, staring directly at him.
It was the first time Ye Xiong had been stared at with such a gaze, and he instinctively stepped back, making way for her.
Yang Xinyi grabbed Jing Feng's hand and walked past him, disappearing from sight in a moment.
A sudden, inexplicable pain surged in his heart. Ye Xiong's mouth twitched in self-mockery before he headed toward the private room.
She was right; I am too selfish. On one hand, I can't let go of her, and on the other, I'm thinking of Du Yuehua. You can't have your cake and eat it too. There's no such thing in this world.
After walking to a spot where Ye Xiong couldn't see them, Yang Xinyi quickly let go of Jing Feng's hand and apologized, "I'm sorry you had to see that."
Clenching the residual warmth in his hand, Jing Feng said jealously, "You said your marriage is a sham, but I'm starting to doubt that."