"I..." Sheng Miao's eyes suddenly widened as she frantically shook her head, "No... I... I didn't..."
Muo Huangnian just looked at her, "Didn't what? Haven't you fallen in love with Mo Shiche?"
"I... I haven't..." Sheng Miao stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence, her trembling lips murmuring, "No... you're not... you're supposed to be dead..."
"I'm dead, so you thought you could use loving me as an excuse to deceive another man?"
Sheng Miao's trembling legs kept moving backward, as if she could avoid these piercing questions, "It's not... I..."
"And this other man isn't just anybody," Muo Huangnian stared straight at her, stepping closer with each word colder than the last. "Are you disgusting me or yourself?"
