[Let me repeat myself: Qin Yan is my woman. Even if she dies in the Bai Le Men fire... it's none of your business, Lu Yi!]
Qin Yan's fingers trembled slightly.
The man she had longed for, for over ten years—his voice, Qin Yan couldn't possibly fail to recognize it.
But she never expected that Bo Yunshen could say something so harsh.
It almost crushed every shred of conviction she had in her heart.
Lu Yi: "Qin Yan, I know recording your conversations was despicable, truly underhanded. But as a friend, I still want to give you a piece of advice."
"Yunshen really isn't your soulmate."
It felt as if someone were slicing at Qin Yan's heart with a dull knife.
That searing pain spread bit by bit, unbearable to the point of despair, leaving Qin Yan devoid of even the ability to show an expression.
She felt that, at that moment, her face must have looked dreadful—perhaps one of the rare moments in her life she had appeared so disheveled.
A truly unaccustomed kind of disheveled.