"I've told you, such an ambiguous relationship will make the person I like misunderstand and be unhappy. If she's unhappy, I'll be unhappy too. Your wish to make me happy is shattered, so it will only make the three of us unhappy. This has to end. It's a meaningless struggle; no one can help you snap out of it, only you can help yourself."
Ou Yimo heard this and tears fell uncontrollably.
Zhan Nanjue said nothing more, not even looking at her, quickly leaving.
Ou Yimo watched his hurried figure, hatred in her eyes growing deeper.
Since when did he care so little for her?
Her pleas and tears were ineffective now, and even the last time's act of desperation only tricked him into taking her to the hospital, so this time, she dared not even try such an act.
Rolling down the stairs was too painful; she didn't want to take that risk.
She couldn't stand him chasing after other women; her heart felt like it was being torn into pieces.
