Hearing Ye Yiren's words, Ye Jie's expression was as calm as a lake.
His deep and clear black eyes landed on her face with a trace of coldness and indifference, as if he did not care about her at all.
Ye Yiren's heart ached.
She had seen his coldness and ruthlessness before.
She knew what kind of woman he liked. She could only let herself be more easygoing and not care so much about love.
At first, she did not know about Bo Cixue and him coming to the capital.
She thought that Bo Cixue would not be her obstruction, but after coming here to get to know her more, she felt a sense of danger.
He did not seem to ignore Bo Cixue as much as she thought.
"I was wrong to have found Sister Cixue that day." Ye Yiren's eyes were filled with tears, her true feelings showing. "I was just afraid. Actually, I never thought of breaking up with you. I still can't let go of you."
