Boris clenched his fists in shock.
Ziana's response was like a heavy blow that landed directly on his heart.
Sharp pain and soreness spread instantly throughout his body, and all the strength seemed to be drained from him.
"What did you say?" His voice was hoarse, with barely detectable trembles.
Despite this, he forced a bitter smile on his face, unwilling to believe or accept the truth, much like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.
He hung his head, avoiding her gaze, as if he were avoiding a cruel trial. "Ziana, don't be angry and lie to me."
Ziana shook her head, her tone firm. "I didn't lie."
Boris' heart sank.
This feeling was even more overwhelming than when Ziana had rejected his proposal for remarriage the first time.
Boris panicked and tried to persuade Ziana, "Actually, you're trying to make me jealous of him, right?"
Ziana laughed at this. "No, I genuinely like..."