Fu Xiaoyuan's outburst hit Tang Tang like a violent storm, leaving him stunned.
When Fu Xiaoyuan finally calmed down and realized he had lost control, he saw Tang Tang sitting across from him, frozen, face as pale as paper, and eyes utterly lifeless.
"I'm sorry."
Fu Xiaoyuan gave a helpless, bitter smile. He reached for a tissue, intending to hand it over, only to realize that Tang Tang's eyes, red and dry, hadn't shed a single tear.
He just sat there like a puppet, completely numb.
A pang of guilt struck Fu Xiaoyuan.
This was, after all, someone he had once truly loved.
When Tang Tang didn't respond, he stood and placed the tissue beside him.
"I'm sorry." He repeated softly. "Let's break up, Tang Tang."
"Get out."
After a long silence, Tang Tang slowly lifted his head. His red, swollen eyes stared at him coldly. One sentence. No second word.
What was the point of rebirth?
