"Ye Qinzhou, are you cheap?"
Shen Ci pointed at Jiang Xun behind Ye Qinzhou, his fingertips trembling slightly from the exertion: "Have you forgotten? How did he abandon you in the first place? How did he use your money to please others, and how did he disappear without a trace when you needed him most, making you laugh at the whole world like a fool!"
Ye Qinzhou's face instantly became extremely ugly, as cold as ice, and he stared at Shen Ci sharply: "Aci, please pay attention to your wording."
"Wording?" Shen Ci sneered, stood up suddenly, and grabbed Ye Qinzhou's wrist. His knuckles turned white from the force and were almost embedded in the other person's flesh. "Ye Qinzhou, touch your conscience and say that you don't know my feelings! We grew up together, and I chased you for three years. When you were at your lowest and most desperate, I was by your side! Now that he is back, do you plan to get back together with him? So what have I been for these three years?"
His voice became louder and louder, carrying long-suppressed grievance and anger. His eyes were red, and tears were rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to fall. He stared into Ye Qinzhou's eyes, as if he wanted to see the slightest wavering in them: "You choose him? In the end, you would rather choose someone who betrayed you than look back at me? Ye Qinzhou, tell me, how can I not compare to him!"
"Ye Qinzhou, no matter what the price, you can only be mine in this life!"
