Stunned, Lin Haihai stared at Yang Hanlun, unable to come up with a protest. It was a mistake for her to get together with Yang Shaolun, and thus it was a mistake for her to wait for him, to want him, to miss him, to even think about him. They met at the wrong time, that was what it all came down to!

She sat on the chair and went back to eating. She ate and ate without stopping. It pained her a little less now to see things develop in opposition to her wishes. Time was something no one could manipulate.

The prickling pain in her heart threatened to make her shed tears. It was all because of her. If not for her, the bond between the two brothers would still be as sturdy as steel, and they wouldn’t be close to going after each other’s throat. Her existence itself was a mistake! What about you, my child? Are you a mistake as well? How am I going to explain your existence?

Her silence further stoked Yang Hanlun’s fury. He grabbed her bowl from her and threw it at the floor. Then he grabbed her by the chin with bruising force and levelled her with an angry glare, asking her, “Can’t you forget about him?”

A prickling heat rose to her nose. She met his gaze with mist in her eyes, which condensed into tears and fell from the corner of her eyes.

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