Chapter 1092: [Ending]: You'd better keep it simple
"Why are you so cruel that you want to take away my qualification to love you without even giving me a chance to prove it? Ye'er, don't be so cruel, okay?"
How can we empathize with this kind of heartbreaking pain if we haven’t experienced it personally?
Yang Ye, who was standing aside, frowned quietly when he saw Huangfu Yi in such pain.
In fact, Huangfu is not the only one who is suffering. He knows that it will be even more painful later.
He was confessed by the one he loved, but only because she was her substitute. He listened to him calling Ye'er again and again, but he didn't let go of her.
He forced her to be her substitute, but she loved him but insisted on letting him go.
Seeing both of them in pain made him feel even worse.
Here, he unexpectedly found that he had become an outsider who had nothing to do with him. He could not participate in their story.
Wanchi, he didn’t know whether it was Helian Feiye or not?
At least, this face that was completely different from Helian Feiye made everyone confused.
But Nanshan Wanchi took a deep breath at this moment, stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, and slowly cast his gaze towards the desperate begging and pain in Huangfu Yi's eyes.
"Don't be so cruel, okay?"
She spoke, looking at the flash of pain in Huangfu Yi's eyes, and continued: "I feel uncomfortable standing next to you as a substitute. Can you stop being so cruel? Huangfu Yi?"
She bit her lower lip so hard that it drew blood.
"I beg you, let go"
Her eyes gradually changed from pain, to bitterness, to decisive indifference.
"I won't let go!"
Huangfu Yi's hand increased its strength. It was so heavy that even though he knew it would hurt Nanshan Wanchi, he didn't relax at all.
He was afraid, afraid that if he let go again, we would really meet strangers in this life.
The force became tighter and tighter, so tight that Nanshan Wanchi frowned.
But when Yang Ye walked up to him, he reached out and pulled Huangfu Yi's hand from Nanshan Wanchi's.
"Your Majesty, since you have already said this in Wanchi, why bother forcing others to do something difficult?"
"This is between me and her, you'd better stay out of it."
The sinister gaze faced Yang Ye, and the deep eyes still carried too much pain.
"Your Majesty, Wanchi has agreed to marry me, and you are holding on to my fiancée. How can I not be troublesome?"
Yang Ye's eyes changed from cold and cold to deep, and even his black eyes gradually began to glow with fire.