At eleven o'clock at night, Ji Fan arrived.
It felt familiar to see him again after a long time.
Ji Fan went straight to the ward, glanced at Lian Xinying who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and then looked at Yan Ye.
"Was it you who tampered with the letter Yingying wrote to me a year ago?" A sudden hostility appeared in Yan Ye's eyes.
"It was me." Ji Fan was upfront and unflinching.
Since Yan Ye already knew, there was no point in hiding it.
"Yingying has always been unwilling to marry me; everything was forced by me. She secretly wrote a letter to you, hoping you'd come back quickly so she could leave me. But unfortunately, I discovered the letter." Ji Fan spoke word by word, each one making Yan Ye's heartbeat quicken.
Lian Xinying had once told Yan Ye that everything was forced; she hadn't lied to him.
But because of the letter, he had never been able to let go.
Yan Ye took a deep breath inside and suppressed his emotions.
