"Gu Qingqian!" Mu Yiliang's heart was on fire, but she forcefully held it back, "Is it fun to say this kind of thing? I originally invested to help you, I even prepared myself mentally for losing everything."
"So, you don't believe me, do you?" His face was expressionless.
Mu Yiliang felt very powerless, "That's not the point, the point is my purpose was to help you."
"Now you refuse to help me?" His smile was bitter.
Mu Yiliang pressed her lips together, "I'm just following my heart."
"It was me... selfish and despicable." He chuckled softly, slowly releasing her wrist, "If it wasn't for my suicide back then, you wouldn't have stayed with me for so long. If I kept clinging on, you would definitely hate me."
Mu Yiliang followed his wrist to see that scar, her heart tightened.
"Ah Qian..."
"Go, leave now." He lowered his eyes, "Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. I give up."
Mu Yiliang was stunned.
"Then... are we still friends?"
