Looking incredulously at the man who was erupting in anger before her, it was only at this moment that she realized his tenderness and affection towards her just moments ago were all fake, fake.
Her heart instantly sank into despair.
Ye Que never hit women, but Wuhui remained silent. Annoyed, he grabbed the whip hanging on the wall beside him and struck Wuhui hard.
"Ah?" Wuhui screamed, the pain causing her breathing to become heavy.
Looking at Ye Que, her usually innocent and clear eyes suddenly seemed tainted with a layer of cruel bloodlust, glaring at Ye Que with hatred.
"You don't love me, you actually deceived me?" She supported herself to stand up, glaring at him with resentment, "Why did you lie to me? Didn't you say that I made you feel the way you did when you loved someone back then?"
She really liked him, liked him very much.
Every night, she would dream of him, dream of being together with him, living happily.
