Yan Hua scanned the content of the text message.
"Bo Yan, I'll see you at XX Hotel, room 1062 tomorrow evening. If you don't come, I'll have to appear in front of her. I believe that with how much she hates me, she will not want to see me!
"I've never really loved anyone else these past few years, I only have you in my heart. I know that Yan Hua is not well, but if you don't come, you'll regret it!"
It was a long message, so long that it could not fit the screen.
Yan Hua unconsciously thought of the phone call she had overheard in the evening.
'I won't let go of her hand again in my life. If I can't find a suitable heart for her, then I'll give her mine. Okay, don't call me again!'
All that was in her mind was an overwhelming sense of confusion.
Putting down the phone, she looked at the man who was fast asleep and her fingertips sunk deeply into her palms.
Did somebody used her heart to threaten him?
