Just as she steadied herself, her shoulders were grasped by two hands.
Ye Yuli asked uncontrollably, "Say it again! How could you possibly fall in love with him? I don't believe it!"
Tang Yu felt her shoulders were about to be crushed by the grip, her brow furrowed as she endured the pain.
Perhaps it wasn't that she could endure, but that Ye Yuli's words distracted her from the pain.
More than that, there was numbness.
She lifted her hand, slowly prying the grip from her shoulders as if it took all her strength, and staggered a few steps, "I can't believe it either, I even thought I'd forget my feelings for Ye Sihan after a while. But then... I saw Ye Sihan and Yi Die in the restaurant, saw how intimate they were, and it hurt so much inside, like I was suffocating..."
She clutched at her chest.
Seeing her in such helpless agony, Ye Yuli's face turned pale, his heart twisted in pain with deep resentment.