"Sitian, marry me!"
He Tiantian had just finished absorbing two versions of the plot and the original owner's memories. Finally, the emotional confession in her ear came to an end.
Lian Cheng lifted his head, his eyes filled with a clear focus, as if the girl in his sight was truly the love of his life.
Who knew, his heart was already riddled with scars, and his love had long been buried by his own hands!
He Tiantian: ...Who the hell asked you to "sacrifice"?!
He Tiantian was most annoyed by this kind of self-righteous, self-motivated moral blackmail.
They obviously did something to hurt others, yet they could still harm the other party a second time under the guise of "it's for your own good," or "I want to compensate you."
This kind of thing makes people nauseate and speechless, leaving the victims full of resentment yet unable to express it, forced to continue enduring the disgust.
"No! I don't want to marry you!"
