Duan Xingzhou immediately reached out, his hand touching her neck, his eyes already bloodshot, as if struggling to suppress the urge to strangle her.
Xu Anran's body was also tense because of his action, yet she still fearlessly straightened her back and provoked him, "Do you want to strangle me? Go ahead, do it."
Duan Xingzhou gritted his teeth, his open hand slowly forming a fist, which he then awkwardly withdrew.
"You love him? Xu Anran, ask your conscience, does it not bother you to say that? If you truly loved him, you would do anything to be with him, just like I love you, right? But just with a little push from me, you two easily broke up. Your love is really strong, isn't it?"
Duan Xingzhou's sarcastic tone couldn't be more apparent, successfully making Xu Anran's expression change.
"Yes, the feelings between him and me aren't that strong, but if it weren't for your despicable tricks, maybe we could have grown old together."
