Liao Yi and Yi Liao, their names fit together so well. They used to love each other so much, yet now they meet again with this kind of attitude…
He took a few steps toward me and looked down at me, his eyes roiling with emotions I couldn’t understand: anger, resentment, and a trace of… pain I didn’t dare examine too closely. “I heard you came back to the country.”
“What’s it to you?” I lifted my head, trying to make my gaze as cold as his. “Mr. Yi, you’re busy enough as it is. You’d be better off not concerning yourself with other people’s business.”
“Other people?” He gave a derisive laugh and reached for my hair, but I turned my head and dodged him before he could touch it. His hand froze in midair, his knuckles whitening. “Liao Yi, in your eyes, am I just ‘other people’?”
Su Man’s wounded voice came from beside us. “Brother Yi Liao, do you… know each other?”
“We don’t.” Yi Liao and I answered at almost the same time, our voices colliding like two unyielding blocks of ice.
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