"Jun Brother, please believe me, believe me, all this—this is Qin Yin framing me. It's her, it's all her." Qin Han looked at Jun Nian, tears streaking down her face, pointing at Qin Yin frantically as she spoke.
Qin Yin merely regarded her with cold eyes. Seeing Qin Han today was like staring at her former self. In truth, she wasn't happy. Using such a method to punish Qin Han seemed excessively extreme—too disgraceful, perhaps.
But if Qin Han hadn't done such things, surely today's events wouldn't have unfolded like this.
It was nothing more than the unfolding of karma, wasn't it?
Jun Nian shook his head. The gentle face that had always carried a smile now seemed fractured, like a porcelain mask.
"Hanhan, you've disappointed me too much. From the moment I came back until now, have you told me a single truth? Have you?"
Jun Nian asked in despair.
Qin Han bit her lower lip, once again displaying that pitiable, helpless demeanor that tugged at the heartstrings.
