The man stepped forward and blocked her path, the intense oppression making Mu Yiliang halt her steps.
"Ye Moran, what exactly are you trying to do?" Mu Yiliang squeezed the words out from between her teeth, her body trembling slightly.
"Yiliang, do you think marrying someone else will deceive yourself?" Ye Moran let out a low laugh, his slender hand cupped her chin, the slightly calloused pad of his finger brushing her, causing a slight pain.
"I know exactly what I'm doing, Mr. Ye." Anger burst in Mu Yiliang's eyes, "Please let go."
"You're still in love with me, aren't you?" He smiled confidently, "You can fool others, but you can't fool yourself, and you can't fool me."
Mu Yiliang bit her lip hard, stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "So what?"