"Why has it come to this... tell me, why? I can't understand. Are men truly so heartless? When they love you, they can die for you... but when they stop loving you, even if you die, they couldn't care less... Are you the same? If I were to die now, would it not matter to you? If that's really the case, then why did you save me back then? Rather than enduring this pain now, it would have been better to just die then!"
Xin Xiaozhen spoke slowly, word by word, her voice trembling, her breath weak and powerless.
She thought of how, ever since he disappeared after falling into the sea, she had lived each day soaked in the bitterness of tears. She had struggled and hoped so hard to find him, to see him again—but now that she had found him, he treated her as if she was worthless. She couldn't hold back. The tears swirled endlessly in her eyes.
