Recalling the past events, Yan Xiaye felt a slight acidity at the tip of her nose.
Afraid that Li Yuntang would see her losing her composure, she had no choice but to bury her face even harder into the man's chest, her words unintentionally choked with sobs, "After we got married, Li Beicheng's attitude towards me became unrecognizable. He would often not come home at night to meet with other women, including Yan Shuirou. At that time, I never thought he was betraying me; I thought it was my fault that he grew tired of me. Later, I accidentally learned about him and Yan Shuirou…"
This marriage, which was forcefully arranged by the elders, barely lasted two years, and she faced the most unforgettable and helpless time of her life.
Those scars left an eternal mark on her life; had she known the outcome would be like this, she would have rather defied Grandpa Li and never have had any ties with Li Beicheng.