Lin Zhixun was stunned, unable to accept this reality at this moment!
He frowned at Han Meiya, he genuinely liked her, liked her so much that, even though he was angry inside, he couldn't bear to lose his temper with her.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and asked, "Meiya, let me ask you, in these months, did you ever truly love me? Even if it was just for a day, an hour, a minute, a second?"
As long as she said yes, he would be willing to believe, willing to try to save the relationship, and not hold any grudges about what happened before.
However, Han Meiya replied to him resolutely, "No! I've always seen you as him, you're a replacement, that's all!"
Lin Zhixun bit his molars, pressed on and asked, "Then, what about physically? All those nights and days we spent cuddling in bed, were they just acts too? Was there no genuine emotion involved?"
Han Meiya closed her eyes deeply, earnestly repented, and said without a trace of emotion, "Zhixun, I'm sorry."