Yao Ye's thin lips were tightly pursed as he felt waves of bitterness in his mouth.
He clenched his fists tightly and did not feel the pain in his palm at all.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly smiled.
He was relieved…
He was really relieved…
It was enough that she could still treat him like this after knowing his true identity…
He understood her.
Once he had decided, he would not change.
Now, she had already identified Di Juechen as the other half of her life. Her heart could no longer accommodate anyone else…
Yao Ye's tightly clenched fists slowly loosened. His dry lips curled up slightly.
He should be glad that she was still able to give him the chance to look at her from afar…
At the very least, she would not hate his identity and would not run away in fear when she saw his red, devilish eyes.