Hearing Nangong Li's words, Yin Moran's brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at him, his deep eyes slightly cool.
Nangong Li smirked, "Don't look at me like that. I've said quite a few good things for you, giving you a preemptive shot for your future happiness. For instance, I said you're very responsible, faithful, and all that. Also, I told her you were with Qiao Xixian because she saved you, and your feelings for her are more guilt than love. You've lived like an ascetic these years, hoping she won't hold a grudge against a dead man, and that she could lead you out of your pain."
This made it seem like he was soliciting Lin Qian's sympathy for him.
Yin Moran's gaze grew colder, "Did I ask you to complain to her on my behalf?"
He was a man, and a man should bear all the pain alone, always giving a woman a sense of security.
"Ha, Old Yin, you just don't get it," Nangong Li said with a smirk of triumph.