"Yao Qing was always coddled like a princess; she wouldn't know how to take care of anyone, nor understand the fragility at the bottom of Yanshen's heart. It took me a year to understand him, and now that she has taken advantage of his vulnerability, I cannot accept it. They're simply not right for each other."
Tang Yi's eyes, red and burning, avoided Fu Moyi's gaze subconsciously.
"...Actually, Yao Qing is not that bad."
"Not that bad?"
"Maybe you could... try to let go of your obsession, leave Yu Yanshen. Your world is still beautiful; you're well-educated, from a good background, with good looks. You can start over at any time, so why cling to one tree?"
Tang Yi looked at Fu Moyi as if he were a stranger.
She gazed into the void in front of her and took off her coat.
"I love him. I won't give up until someone more suitable for him than I am appears by his side."
Fu Moyi frowned, his thoughts so complicated that it made him restless.
