Ou Yimo felt her mind go blank: "Azhan... it's not like this, let me explain."
"Explain what to me!?" Zhan Nanjue threw the phone back to her.
"I..." Ou Yimo couldn't say a single word.
Zhan Nanjue wasn't angry nor did he explode. He seemed so calm, so indifferent.
But she somehow felt panic-stricken.
He continued, "Even though I knew you were using me, I still willingly let you use me one last time, but now it's over."
"Azhan!?" Ou Yimo looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?"
"You used to be the heroine in my life, but starting now, you're no longer," Zhan Nanjue said calmly, "Let's break up."
Never thought those words would actually come from his mouth...
"No!" Ou Yimo shook her head desperately, "It's not like this, I wrote all that nonsense because I often have insomnia and felt bad, so I recklessly wrote things to vent my emotions..."
