"Are you angry with me?" Ye Yuqiao sent a covert message to Chen Hao, "Because of Huashan."
"It's not because of her, nor is it because of Zhao Chong, it's because of you!"
"Me?" Ye Yuqiao's complexion turned ashen, and anger flickered across her face, "I've already said, I was just telling the truth."
"But I don't think so!" Chen Hao's voice became hurried, "You feel like you haven't told the truth, it's more like…"
"That feeling, I can't explain it clearly, it's just very strange, very uncomfortable!"
At this point, Ye Yuqiao gestured slightly to Zhao Chong, signaling him to step back.
After Zhao Chong left the tent, she walked up to Chen Hao, then threw herself into his arms, weeping.
"It hurts so much, why do we have to be angry with each other!"
"I don't know, I just feel very strange," Chen Hao said coldly, his rigid and icy hands forgetting to console Ye Yuqiao's back.
Consequently, Ye Yuqiao felt even more heartbroken.