Xia Lihua let out a bitter laugh. "There will be no benefit in being with you, and I am being very honest."
The only reason she was looking to marry was to inherit her mother's properties. She could marry anyone; it didn't have to be him.
Yang Lingyun winced at her words, swallowing hard. "You don't have to be so cruel towards me." He hesitated, the pain evident in his eyes. "I... I am sorry, I hurt you..."
Xia Lihua's blood froze. She stared at him, her mind reeling.
He... he was sorry?
"For what?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "If this is about you rejecting me, then you don't have to be sorry. I understood that you didn't like me. Rejecting someone isn't a crime. Or if this is about saying you love Xia Mengrui...that she's better than me and I would never be like her, then you don't have to be sorry for that either."