He Lijuan poured salt over her wounds as much as she could. She thoroughly enjoyed her state.
"I thought you would have moved on, but…" she clicked her tongue. "Anyway. I am running late. As opposed to you, I am married and have a life."
Han Zongying remained standing at her spot for a long time. Her thoughts had come to a standstill.
She took a cab that took her to An Corps. Standing in front of An Guoting's office, she opened the door and stepped in.
Han Zongying saw him stressed out as he had buried his face in his hands. As he raised his head, he was shocked to see her.
"You…" he quickly got up from his seat and rushed towards her. "Why are you here?"
She stared at him for a long time.
'You didn't trust me.'
'It was all about you.'
'I will never forgive you, Han Zongying.'