Nalan Jing's exquisite jade-like face held a faint indifference, his slender fingers gripping a wine goblet, taking a light sip, "This matter indeed has nothing to do with me."
Liu Ruyan's expression changed, she stood up, tears welling in her eyes as she looked at him with sadness and grief, "My lord, are you refusing to admit to what you have done? We were so in love, you promised me you would marry me, why do you not dare admit it now? I gave you my chastity, yet you treat me this way, it breaks my heart!"
