The Impending Storm

"We're different from them. I do not like you, and you do not like me," Eleven had a cold look on her face. "Mo Ye, you simply harmed because you did not know that I had hurt you five years ago. Just assume that Meng Lianying saved you and grow old with her. I'm okay with that."

"You're lying," Mo Ye roared and grabbed Eleven's shoulder forcefully. "Eleven, believe it or not, everything else, save me hiding my identity, is real."

"Mo Ye, you just don't understand." Eleven looked at him and coldly laughed. "However genuine you are, I can never accept this person called Mo Ye."

At least not now.

Mo Ye grabbed her shoulder with such strength he almost crushed her. He was extremely forceful and could not control the desperation in him. While he was typically calm, his face changed today. There were hints of struggle in his face.