Yuan Feifei's words, each tearful, stirred Sang Yang's soft heart. He pressed his lips together and swallowed the words that almost spilled out.
Originally, he wanted to say, if it wasn't for him... She would have been dead long ago. Even now she's hiding, afraid that the syndicate would discover her existence. Otherwise, they wouldn't have thought about changing face and identity...
He's already sacrificed too much for Yuan Feifei. Sang Yang has no way to retreat. Despite being utterly exhausted, he can only continue loving like this.
Thinking of Yu Qiu, his wife... Sang Yang felt a vague guilt and clenched his palm tightly into a fist.
Yuan Feifei's persistent pressing also forced him to admit that he indeed fell in love with his wife.
But everything just can't stop.
Yuan Feifei's ruthlessness, he had witnessed before. She wouldn't allow him to stop.
Sang Yang's wretched and frustrated demeanor was fully captured by Aunt Yuan and her daughter.
