Feng Yangyang was experiencing a bout of intense palpitations.
This time, she was genuinely unwell, not pretending, but Gu Zhichuan, looking at her frail face, no longer believed her.
She replied to Gu Zhichuan with a smile, "No, because you have never truly loved me."
Gu Zhichuan watched her coldly.
"He never truly loved you, and when did you ever truly revert to being yourself?" Lin Gantang shook his head. "When he loved Ruan Ning, you imitated Ruan Ning. When he realized he liked me, you deliberately or unintentionally began to imitate me. Feng Yangyang, have you forgotten what you look like?"
Feng Yangyang was despicable, terrifying, and pitiable.
She laughed, continuously chuckling as tears fell.
Be herself? As an ordinary person like her, with no wealthy background, no stunning talents, no breathtaking beauty, what would he love about her, her malicious soul?
"So, are you going to stop me from calling the police now?" Wen Yanqing asked Gu Zhichuan.