Qi Siyuan left.
The room quieted down, and Yan Huan let out a deep sigh, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.
"What's wrong? Feeling upset?" Ji Chuan noticed her unusually quiet demeanor, feeling slightly worried, and reached out to stroke her head. "This isn't like you! Where did your usual quick wit go?"
"I don't know." Yan Huan also didn't know what was wrong with her; she just couldn't muster any harsh words in front of Qi Siyuan.
If Ji Chuan hadn't appeared, she might have agreed to Qi Siyuan.
"Don't force yourself like this in the future," Ji Chuan said.
For Qi Siyuan to ask two people in love to persuade each other to give up – how cruel.
As people often say, this is like breaking up a loving couple!
"I'm not forcing myself, I'm just angry at myself! Why did I get this strange illness? I can't even find out the cause. Because of this illness, I don't even have the right to choose love!" Yan Huan felt full of sorrow.
