"I also once thought that we were in mutual love."
Shi Che's hands slowly stripped away Shen Qian's grasp, and he stumbled backward uncontrollably, taking two steps before finally leaning against the wall to steady himself.
"But all along, it was just me deluding myself."
Hearing Shi Che's words, Shen Qian was even more puzzled. He stared at Shi Che, his handsome face extremely serious, "Che, speak clearly—what exactly happened between you and Xiaxia?"
What exactly happened...it was all because he opened Pandora's box.
Shi Che's body slid down the wall weakly until he was sitting on the floor, his dark pupils unfocused, gazing emptily at a spot as he spoke with a dry voice, word by word.
He didn't say much, just a few sparse sentences, but it was enough to make Shen Qian fall utterly silent, unable to utter another word.
