He swears that every word he said is true!

He liked her, there was no doubt about it.

Yun Ying's nose felt sore and her tear ducts were about to burst. She had to clench her hands and try her best to hold back the tears, using all her strength that made her soul tremble.

Pulling back his hand, he took three steps back, distanced himself, and said:

"You like me, that's your business. I don't like you, are you going to force me?"

Ling Qianyi was stunned.

force……

He never wanted to and would never do such a thing.

"You mean, my love for you makes you feel burdened?" He asked in disbelief, his eyes slightly open with signs of redness.

When Yun Ying saw this, her heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife.

The person she was most reluctant to hurt in her life, besides the princess, was the young marquis.

But how could she dare to marry him when she was so poor?

She resisted the urge to cry and gritted her teeth and said:

"yes!"

"Your love is too heavy for me to bear. Your constant approach makes me feel oppressed and cramped. I don't like others forcing me."

"You..." Ling Qianyi's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Yun Ying, I like you so much, but you think I'm forcing you? When I was with you, I never said a harsh word. If you told me to go east, I would never go west. If you told me to say two, I would never say one. I have been sincere to you, Yun Ying!"

He rushed forward out of control, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her vigorously.

"You think I'm forcing you!"

"I've been so good to you since I was a child. Apart from my mother, I've never been so good to any other woman! How dare you reject me! Ah!"

He roared in anger.

Yun Ying's eyes turned red, and she tried her best to hold them back, forcing a cold expression on her face:

"I don't like it if I don't like it. I don't want to deceive you. I don't like your childishness and your noise. You are an immature person who needs others to take care of you. I don't have the heart to serve you!"

She deliberately said something sharp.

The words were like knives, stabbing Ling Qianyi's heart.

"You!" Ling Qianyi's eyes turned red with anger. He raised his hand to hit her, but he stopped just as he raised it. He put his hand down heavily and walked away.

"Young Marquis!" the butler glared.

"Young Marquis, this..." Yue'er was also stunned.

Everything was fine yesterday, how come things became so awkward overnight?

Qin Ye frowned, obviously sensing something was wrong.

Zong Zhengchen patted her lower back and whispered, "I'll ask Han Ying to check. The two of them have been together for so long, it's impossible that they don't have feelings for each other. Something must have happened."

Yun Ying stood there stiffly, watching the boy's back as he left. Her eyes were filled with mist and gradually became hazy...

Her heart is bleeding.

She pushed him away with her own hands.

In the future, there will be a better woman who will appear beside him, understand him, accompany him, and spend the rest of his life with him...

For a moment, she wished that woman could be her.

The boy's back disappeared.

Her palms bled, but the pain was nothing like the pain in her heart. She was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

Suddenly, outside the hall, the young man who had left came back and grabbed Yun Ying's hand:

"Follow me!"

Yun Ying was stunned, "Where are you going...ah!"

The boy took her hand without saying anything and walked out.

Yue'er was stunned for a moment, "Princess, this..."

"Don't chase them," Qin Ye stopped them, "Let them go, Ling Qianyi is not a child anymore, he can handle his own problems."