Mo Haoxuan pressed close to Jing Zhiyue, attempting to grasp her jaw, but Jing Zhiyue dodged.
"I don't know, I don't know anything?"
Subconsciously, she didn't want to know anything and was unwilling to guess the truth that shattered her heart and soul.
"Haha, what are you avoiding? Are you scared that you'll go crazy once you know the truth? You're still holding out hope for him, but it was all Mo Yunchen's plot. Your plan against him backfired, and now both our reputations are ruined unless..."
"Unless what?" Jing Zhiyue, her face pale, looked up and asked coldly.
"Unless... you say that we were truly in love, that there was a romantic relationship between us, and that you would marry me, and I you," Mo Haoxuan said with a sinister smile.
"Dream on."
Even in death, she would not marry Mo Haoxuan, to be wed to a man she despised.