Tang Yuchen's pupils constricted, his breathing momentarily halted. The wound on his shoulder began to throb painfully, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh.
He grabbed her hand abruptly and asked in a deep voice, "Can you really not forgive me?"
"I am already with Mo Hua now. You shouldn't divorce Lan Keren either. If you still like her, just live well with her," An Ruo sighed.
Tang Yuchen pushed himself up fiercely and roared at her, "I told you I don't like her, my love is only for you! You don't love that guy either, why do you still want to be with him?"
The man asked, anguished and heartbroken, the veins on his forehead bulging. An Ruo rarely saw him hysterical like this; it seemed he was truly desperate.
Yet why did she feel no touch of emotion in her heart...
An Ruo smiled nonchalantly, "Tang Yuchen, since when have you become so clingy? It's time to let go when it's time to let go. You should disdain desperation, shouldn't you?"
