Ji Mingche coldly watched her break down over another man, not only unmoved but even more convinced that the decision he made last night was correct.
As long as Lu Youting exists, he can never truly have Jian Si.
He forcefully shook her head, enunciating every word through gritted teeth: "Let me tell you, I never saw you as my sister—not before, not now, and not in the future. From the start, I liked you and swore to marry you."
Jian Si's already muddled mind became even more dazed from his shaking. She swatted his hand away, crouching weakly on the ground, face buried in her hands.
Tears streamed through her fingers.
"Why me? Why? Out of all the women in the world, why does it have to be me?"
She always thought of herself as the most ordinary of women.
Why would Ji Mingche go to any lengths, even heinous crimes, and even murder Lu Youting all for her?
She never believed she had the allure to drive a man to such madness.
"Why?"