"Ya Ting, I had always thought of you as a generous and upright woman, but it seems I was wrong!" Arthur's voice was very cold.
Ya Ting's breathing finally steadied, and she straightened up to look at Arthur. Since their engagement, the two of them had always had a lukewarm relationship—not because she lacked passion, but because no amount of warmth from her could block the coldness emanating from Arthur. He had never given her any indication of his feelings, treating her as if she were an irrelevant stranger.
"Is this your assessment of me?" When Arthur had been choking her just now, she hadn't shed a tear, but now her tears spilled out uncontrollably.
"Arthur, you know how I feel about you. I like you, I've liked you for a long time, do you know that?" Ya Ting could no longer restrain her emotions and let them burst forth.
"Get out!" Faced with Ya Ting's tearful and impassioned demeanor, Arthur completely disregarded it.
"Arthur! I am your fiancée!"
"So what?"
