When Sheng Yueyue saw He Aijun's cold, sinister gaze, it was as if she were back in her previous life, right in the middle of one of their arguments.
At that moment, she couldn't tell whether she was in her past life or her present one. The scenes in her mind kept flashing, one after another.
They were all unhappy memories, and her face twisted in extreme anger.
But she made no move. She just stared silently at the "husband" before her, as if waiting for something.
Seeing her quiet down, He Aijun assumed the woman on the ground had been cowed by his threat.
A cold sneer touched his lips. "If you keep acting crazy like that, I'll really have you sent to a psychiatric hospital."
Sheng Yueyue seemed not to hear him. She remained completely unaffected, her face still contorted in that twisted expression.
This left He Aijun uncertain. Was she truly mad, or just pretending? For a moment, he wasn't sure if he should leave.
