Every word was like a dagger stabbing into her heart time after time. She was overwhelmed by the pain.
This was how important she was in his heart.
He didn't care whether she was alive or dead. Without her, he could look for another substitute. There were many women in the world anyway.
She left quietly, running like an injured deer on the road.
She had to spend all her strength so that she could not think about it and could not suffer.
She didn't know how long she had been running until she was blocked in the way by the Emerald Lake. Unable to go any further, she collapsed on the grass.
Her heart was filled with sorrow and resentment, and she was also filled with sadness. The only thing she could do was to cry.
She covered her face with her hands, letting tears run between her fingers. Her grievance and despair were gone.