"Are you sick or what?"
"I didn't expect you to be such a jerk!"
"Don't like me, but you want to kiss me!"
"Don't like me, but you want to be good to me?"
"Did you eat too much and get stuffed?"
"Is it fun to play with me?"
"To hell with your medals, to hell with your ten million, to hell with your cigarettes, Di Mingchen, I hate you, I hate you!"
Nangong Ran was shouting and cursing behind him, not giving him any face at all. Di Mingchen's lips spread into a bitter smile. Go on, curse me out. Maybe after venting, she'll forget about me.
Di Mingchen finally didn't turn back and still moved his legs.
Nangong Ran's tears fell down in torrents, almost carrying a sense of despair. So, Mr. Di Mingchen, do you really not like me?
Otherwise, why would you walk away without turning back?
Is all your kindness towards me fake, all fake?
In the end, is it true or not?
