Mu Hualan became more and more emotional as she spoke. Each word sounded like a reproach, but also like a lament.
Xia Liyou lowered her head, pondering her words.
Her thoughts, which she had barely sorted out, were completely disrupted again by Mu Hualan.
That Ou Chengtian had gone to such lengths for her, how could she remain indifferent, how could she pretend not to see, how could she heartlessly leave him.
Mu Hualan was right, she had only thought of herself, never considering Ou Chengtian's feelings. She was truly selfish.
She recalled the question she asked him once, she asked him to promise he would no longer deceive her, but Ou Chengtian did not respond.
He must have also been in distress during that time. He did not answer because he didn't want to lie to her.
He said, sometimes, white lies were necessary.
But his well-intentioned lie to her, was repaid with such treatment from her.
