An Yan released her hand, puffed out her chest, and looked up at him.
"You won't let me go. You imprison me by your side because you just want to possess me. Li Tianyao, to love someone is to make them happy, don't you understand?"
"If you forcefully tie me to you and make me wash my face with tears every day, that's not love—it's selfishness, it's possession!"
Li Tianyao was speechless.
Even though he knew she was acting, his anger still flared.
He raised his hand and grabbed her shoulders, staring into her eyes.
"Have you thought this through? Do you really want to leave me and choose that man?"
An Yan gently tugged the corner of his shirt with her hand, but her voice betrayed no hesitation.
"Li Tianyao, all I want is a normal man! A normal one! Do you understand?"
"Fine! Fine!"
