The man seed to have just noticed her, his handso, ethereal face full of shock.
Tang Yige saw his extrely astonished look, and her heart clenched tightly.
Why was he looking at her with that expression?
Could it be that, could it be that he didn’t know it was her last night...
Yige gripped the corner of the quilt tightly, the pallor on her face growing heavier.
Suddenly, Yige’s long eyelashes fluttered, and her gaze fiercely shot towards Tang Ruan, who was standing in the center of the suite covering her pale, delicate cheek. Her eyes were wide with shock as she looked at her, gritting her teeth, "It was you, wasn’t it?"
Tang Ruan’s tears fell like rain, her face full of hurt as she looked at Yige on the bed, her voice weak and pitiful, "Sister, why did you do this? What did I ever do to you, for you to treat this way? Today is the day I’m marrying Si Nan, how could you do this to ? You are my sister, how could you, how could you..."
Tang Ruan seed to have suffered a severe blow, her whole body went soft, and she sat down on the ground.
Sitting on the floor, she hugged her legs tightly, burying her face between her knees, silently sobbing.
For a mont, the whole room was filled only with the sound of Tang Ruan’s heartbroken and aggrieved sobbing.
Yige’s eyes turned blood-red, "Tang Ruan, why are you pretending to be pitiful, clearly..."
"Mom."
Rong Sinan’s unusually calm voice ca.
Yige’s voice was stuck in her throat, her eyes red, lips and face pale, and she slowly looked at Rong Sinan beside her.
Rong Sinan’s face was as devoid of color as Yige’s, his pale lips pressed into a sharp line, his thick brows knitted deeply. His moist eyes seed to have been eroded in the cold ice, any object caught in his gaze seed to freeze into ice.
Fang Jingyi looked at Rong Sinan with heartache.
She understood her son. If Tang Yige had not used so despicable ans, he would never have done such a thing with her before the wedding.
So in Fang Jingyi’s eyes, both Rong Sinan and Tang Ruan were victims, and Tang Yige undoubtedly beca the type of woman she despised — frivolous and shaless.
"Take Ruan Ruan out first," Rong Sinan said hoarsely.
"Si Nan, do you still want ?" Tang Ruan didn’t raise her head, and with a weak, tearful, hoarse voice, she choked out from amidst her knees.
Rong Sinan looked at Tang Ruan sitting on the ground, pain and deep guilt floating in his clear eyes. When he spoke again, his voice was not as cold as before, but had a hint of softness and pity, "Go out first, I’ll be out soon."
"Wuwu..." Tang Ruan cried, her frail shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
"Ruan Ruan..." Rong Sinan’s heart clenched.
Yige looked at Rong Sinan, capturing every emotion in his eyes and face into her heart.
She confird once more.
Last night, he didn’t even know it was her.
Perhaps, he mistook her for his beloved Ruan Ruan...
The position of her heart felt as if it was being gnawed on by thousands of insects, painfully, so painfully that she couldn’t even make a sound.
"Mom, take Ruan Ruan out," Rong Sinan repeated.
Fang Jingyi glanced at him and Tang Yige, aware that the two of them were likely wearing nothing beneath the covers, making it inappropriate for her and Tang Ruan to stay here.
So, Fang Jingyi stepped forward, helping Tang Ruan up from the ground, soothing her softly, and led her out of the suite.
The suite door slamd shut from the outside with sudden force.
That harsh slamming of the door seed to create blood-red cracks in Yige’s heart.
The man beside her almost imdiately flung off the covers and got out of bed, as if the bed had sothing repulsive and unavoidable on it.
Yige bit her pale lower lip and sat up slowly as well.
Watching him put on his clothes item by item, each action so urgent, Yige’s heart slowly seeped blood from those cracks.
"Brother..."
"Shut up!" Rong Sinan barked, the voice harsh and filled with disgust like Yige had never heard before!
Yige’s delicate shoulders trembled fiercely, her eyes so red that they nearly covered her entire eye sockets.
Rong Sinan turned back solemnly, his gaze on Tang Yige was now filled with intense sha and loathing, "From today onward, Rong Sinan has nothing to do with Tang Yige ever again! From now on, if you see , you’d better walk away, don’t make sicker of you!"
Yige felt as though her throat had been suddenly gripped by a large hand, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, her heart felt like it was about to explode, it really hurt!
She looked at Rong Sinan, her eyes seed to be soaked in red ink, as if a light blink would spill blood, "Bro..."
As Tang Yige’s voice, hoarse to the extre, struggled to co out, Rong Sinan turned and strode towards the door without hesitation, his back cold and rciless.
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