"Sijia, after all this time, have you ever missed me?" Li Haiguang suddenly asked in a somber voice.
His voice, like gentle waves, crashed into Yan Sijia's heart.
Yan Sijia lowered her head and did not answer.
She could not articulate her feelings.
Does missing someone with hatred still count as missing them?
But she did not refute him, and Li Haiguang genuinely laughed.
He knew her nature. No contradiction meant tacit consent.
"I've missed you for a long time," Li Haiguang's voice was like damp seawater, "You hid too well; I couldn't find you anywhere... I thought you would attend Lu Yinfeng and Mo Nanze's wedding. That day, I waited all night... I didn't expect you to be so cruel..."
Yan Sijia's heart tightened, and she instinctively clutched at Lu Yinfeng's sleeve.
"It's your own stupidity; how can you blame me?" she retorted.
Lu Yinfeng turned around and embraced her arm.
She was trembling.