"Young Master Yao, why is it me?" Her nose tingled with a sour sensation, and her heart felt uneasy. Indeed, knowing that he had always considered her as a shadow of another woman from the very beginning to exact revenge, it still hurt her.
"Why couldn't it be you? The situation was clear from the start, you were just my plaything, and I was your master. You have no right to question anything about me!" Beitang Yao looked at Xia Qingqian standing before him, her face not looking well, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
"Then, all that you've done to me all these days, every word you've said—was it all just a lie?" Flashlights incessantly flickered on her face, making her extremely uncomfortable and reminding her of that night—his humiliation and torment! It suddenly resurfaced in her mind, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
"Yes, that's right." Beitang Yao replied to her indifferently.
