Luckily, It Wasn't a Dream

Facing Su Lenghan's icy expression and hearing those words, Meng Xinyan dropped down and sat on the ground. She clutched his pants, begging as she cried, "Lenghan, don't treat me like this. It's my fault. My mind has gone mad because I love you too much. You can't do this to me…" The only person she could rely on now was Su Lenghan. If he didn't care about her, she would really amount to absolutely nothing.

Su Lenghan was her last chance at saving herself as he was the last person that she could hang on to. No matter what, she couldn't let go of him.

"Meng Xinyan, look at you. You've changed so much that everyone cannot recognize you anymore. Have you always been like this? Are you just too terrific at pretending back then? You're really amazing at pretending. I've never met a woman as cruel and vicious as you. You know what? I really hate seeing your face now!" He initially didn't want to say those words, but Meng Xinyan had tried to kill Yangyang.