Luyan stared at Xia Sili fiercely, gritting his teeth, veins bulging, but even in his anger, he couldn't come up with a retort.

It's not that he didn't want to speak, but he couldn't find the words to deny Xia Sili.

He was clear about his own definition.

He played with my emotions soberly, trying to make me continue to sink for him.

Does he love me?

I'm not sure.

But I can say for sure, he is definitely selfish.

Seeing the situation deadlock, Xia Sili took the initiative to hold my hand and walk away. As he passed by Luyan, he paused and said, "I never thought that a man who almost caused Lin Zhi to die a tragic death would have much love for her. Even if there is, it's just despicable possessiveness, shameful."

Luyan was persistent, asking, "And what about you? How good are you? Can a man of mysterious identity who suddenly appears evaluate the feelings between me and Lin Zhi? How much do you know about Lin Zhi? How much does Lin Zhi know about you? Stop talking to me in the tone of an outsider, it just makes me feel ridiculous!"

I don't know which of Luyan's words hit Xia Sili, but Xia Sili was unexpectedly speechless.

I could feel he wanted to let go of my hand, but in just that second, he held on tighter, "You're right, I have no right to interfere, let alone try to intervene. I just want Lin Zhi to live well, to fulfill myself without sacrificing. That's all."