Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

Chapter 118: Interrogation

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Ruoxin opened her eyes slowly as she felt a presence beside her, which made her feel longing and pain. She turned to her other side and blinked, two beads of tears rolling down her face from the corner of her eyes. They were clean and clear. It made him look colder, and it irritated him further. He hated the sound of her crying, her tears, and her face. He hated everything about her without any reason.

“Ah Lui, are you here for me?” Xia Ruoxin sat up, reached out with her slightly reddened fingers, and held on tightly to his clothes. “Ah Lui, please don’t be mad at me. I can change. I can really change. Just don’t leave me. Can we stop fighting?”

She was sobbing so badly. Her love for him was tearing her apart. Did he really not love her? Could he not be moved by her?

Not even in the slightest bit?

“Ah Lui, can we go back to the way it was before? I will listen to everything you say.” She looked up with the faintest smile on her lips. Her voice was so soft that it sounded like she had used all her energy and will.

“Will you?” Chu Lui’s voice sounded so indifferent, it caused her fingers to tremble.

“Yes.” She nodded her head once, hard. She could do it. She could really do it.

“What if I asked you to die—to go keep Yixuan company?”

Chu Lui suddenly grabbed her chin. That face before him was ashen. Although his lips were somewhat curled, there was not a hint of a smile.

Xia Ruoxin’s lips parted, her fingers held on tighter to his clothes. “I’m sorry—anything but this.” She shook her head... not because she didn’t want to; neither was she afraid to die. It was because she wanted to be in his company. Not Xia Yixuan’s.

If he was the one dead, she would definitely keep him company. She would not have allowed him to be lonely. They would have each other on the way to the netherworld.

She wanted him to stay well and alive. She wanted to keep loving him, even if this love had exceeded what she could withstand.

“Ha... you’re indeed a woman who doesn’t mean what she says. You’re a liar, right to the core.” Chu Lui flung her hands away heartlessly. He did not care that they were already bruised and mangled from his stomping feet.

“I’m not.” Xia Ruoxin grasped her fingers tightly. She had not lied to anyone before or said things that she had not meant. She had never lied to him.

She shook her head. “I haven’t. I’ve never lied to you.”

“Is it?” Again, the same words. Chu Lui sneered as he towered over her; the woman was so haggard she looked like a ghost. She never lied to him? How dare she say that.

“You said you did not cause Yixuan’s death? Did you?” Chu Lui’s cold, hard voice filled with hate. He reached out and placed his hand on her face. She had an innocent face, and her skin was so smooth. It was all to allow her to lie.

“No, I did not.” Xia Ruoxin shook her head. “I did not cause Xia Yixuan’s death.” She had not done anything wrong. Why would no one believe her? She has repeated it a thousand times—ten thousand times. Must the name ‘Xia Yixuan’ follow her for the rest of her life?

“You said you didn’t threaten Li Manni to make her leave me?” Chu Lui’s fingers seemed to release some of its strength; however, the tone of his voice sounded more serious.

Xia Ruoxin continued to shake her head. “No. I didn’t.” She had met Li Manni. She had never threatened her. She only pleaded for her to leave.