The Love Has Always Been There (2)

Yang Sitong was both in pain and torment. Her eyes were misty with tears; however, those were not tears of pain. Other than pain, there was a torrential hatred that was bubbling in her chest.

Her lips were quivering uncontrollably right now. There were so many times she wanted to ask him if he had just been standing outside and listening to her helpless cries for help. However, she found the words stuck in her throat each time.

The man glared at her with nothing more than a cold gaze that was frosty as ice, as though she was his enemy.

She glared at him intently, wanting to spot the slightest change of emotions in his expression. However, there was none.

"What have I been doing everything for? After all these years, I've just been trying my best to be a woman that was befitting of you! My emotions, my etiquette, my behaviour… which part of it hasn't been tailormade to suit you? You shouldn't be ignoring me like this just because of her!"