Looking at Xia Nuan who was in Ye Enchen’s arms, Ye Sichen felt bad about it. He was desperate as he saw Xia Nuan’s coldness. Gradually, his tightened hands loosened.

He sneered self-deprecatingly. Then he retreated and turned aside to leave.

Looking at Ye Sichen’s back, Xia Nuan couldn’t help bursting out of tears.

Ye Enchen pinched on her shoulders and forced her to look up at him, “What are you crying for? He is not dead. When he dies, ...