She concealed her true intentions in getting close to him and used many sweet words to seduce him.

"What exactly do you want? You lied to me before, and you're still scheming against me now. Jiang Tian, ​​in your eyes, am I only fit to be played with like a puppet?"

Yuan Ye's eyes were bloodshot.

Jiang Tian sighed: "I didn't play with you, I was sincere. From the moment you saved me, I wanted to repay you properly. You've been so good to me. Since the day I was born, I've encountered so much humiliation, but you braved the heavy rain and were still willing to save my life."

“Your Highness, some of what I said was true and some was false. But—at least 70% of it was true.”

He remained silent on the night of the Lantern Festival.

Tears welled up in Jiang Tian's eyes: "My heart isn't made of iron. I worry and I'm afraid too. Every time I see how good you are to me, and I think about how I still have to save my uncle—it breaks my heart."

"But I had no choice; I couldn't just watch my loved ones die—"

Jiang Tian's face was pressed against his chest, and he slowly felt a wetness.

His heart started to ache again.

“I am a sinner. If you don’t want to forgive me, then you might as well let me be your slave. Even if I can take a knife for you one day, I will be satisfied.”

The next moment, Yuan Ye pressed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to raise her head. His voice was low and husky: "You're saying these things to try and deceive me again!"

Jiang Tian's tears suddenly dripped onto the back of his hand.

Yuan Ye's movements froze again.