For the first time, she was making a conscious decision to break up: evaporating from his life without granting him even the slightest chance to plead for her to stay.
He was agonized, felt as if he had died.
Missing her was like a venomous snake tightly coiled around his heart. He had never dedicated so much energy and time to anyone else in his life—when you love someone, you're willing to give everything, money, effort.
Wan Donglin said, "Doesn't it bother you that she followed me? Huang Xiaojue, you don't really love her at all."
No, that's not true.
Even if those things did matter to him on some level, they weren't the main reason.
The crux was that he had gradually seen her true colors. After a ten-year romance marked by frequent separations, he had always held onto the image of an innocent and gentle young girl, kind and pure as a dove. So, to discover she was a con artist, ruthless and manipulative—it was less a shock than a profound confusion.
