She struggled to lift her head, her neck as slender as a swan’s turning crimson, she gasped sharply, suddenly lowering her head again. Although her face was extremely restrained, her voice was as calm as water, "But I don’t love you anymore, Rong Sinan. Rong Sinan, I’m getting married."

Rong Sinan’s arms tightened around Tang Yige with a sudden jolt.

Tang Yige felt his trembling body, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, her hands gripping tightly onto the shirt on his back, "Rong Sinan, I really am getting married. Let’s just end this once and for all. Okay?"

"Married?"

Rong Sinan repeated hoarsely into Tang Yige’s ear.

"Yes, I’m getting married."

Ah... 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

As soon as Tang Yige finished speaking, her body was swiftly turned around, her back hitting the side of the wardrobe, painfully.

Her shoulder was clamped down, his hand like steel claws, forcefully as if it could pierce into her shoulder bones.

Tang Yige’s face turned pale, breathing in bewilderment, her eyes squinting painfully, looking at the face in despair before her.

The wound on Rong Sinan’s nose was still not healed.

But the bandage had been removed, the scar stretching across his nose was very obvious.

His face still bore some bruises, and coupled with his stubbled beard at the moment, the difference from his usual elegant and refined image was more than just a little.

"Are you going to marry me?" Rong Sinan’s eyes were as dangerous as a hawk’s fixed on Tang Yige.

Tang Yige looked at his bloodshot eyes, her hands curled up against the wardrobe behind her, "No."

"If not marrying me, then who, huh?" Rong Sinan moved closer to Tang Yige, his nose pressed tightly against hers, the gaze in his eyes like icy needles laced with venom, piercing into Tang Yige’s flickering eyes.

Tang Yige couldn’t control her trembling.

The Rong Sinan in front of her at this moment, was more terrifying than those serial psychopaths in movies.

"Who? Tell me." Rong Sinan’s hand on her shoulder moved up, holding her neck, he asked in a low voice.

"..." Tang Yige was trembling, her lips pale, "Rong Sinan, are you going to strangle me again? In France, you already strangled me once, you didn’t manage to kill me that time, are you regretting it, so this time, you plan to do it thoroughly, just to strangle me to death, right?"

"Who are you marrying?" Rong Sinan’s voice was hoarse.

Tang Yige looked down at his trembling hands on her throat, feeling as if a thousand-pound hammer was hitting her heart.

Tang Yige moistened her dry lips slowly raised her head, staring at Rong Sinan, "Who I’m marrying, you don’t need to know."

"Yiyi, don’t force me."

Rong Sinan closed his eyes, speaking in pain.

Tang Yige saw the liquid seeping from the corner of his eyes, the blow to her heart at that moment made her wish he would just strangle her to death!

Tang Yige’s eyes were terribly wet, but she didn’t cry, "Rong Sinan, I’m not forcing you, all along, it’s been you forcing me. I should be the one saying this to you. Don’t force me anymore, Rong Sinan, let me have a way out. Otherwise, I really can’t go on living."

"The one you love is me."

Rong Sinan cupped Tang Yige’s icy face with one hand, his eyes fixated on her like a madman, "The one you love is me. If you were to marry someone, it can only be me."

"...I don’t love you, I don’t love you anymore." Tang Yige didn’t avoid his gaze, said trembling with her lips.

"You love me!"

Rong Sinan suddenly rubbed Tang Yige’s face, growling as he pressed his lips down fiercely.