Bitter Heart

The atmosphere suddenly became cold and oppressive. Everyone seemed to hold their breath, waiting for an answer.

Cheng Zinuo's hand, which was hanging by her side, was tightening. After a long while, she said in a low voice, "Du Jinnian, I've never asked you to love me."

With that, she turned around as if she was fleeing and ran forward in large strides.

Soon, a taxi stopped and Cheng Zinuo got in.

The view of the city quickly turned into a blurry line of retreat outside the window. The cold wind swept across her tear-stained face, cutting it like a knife.

Do you still love me?

I never asked you to love me.

Cheng Zinuo, why don't you answer him directly?

Even Cheng Zinuo herself didn't know the reason, or maybe she didn't want to know at all.

Du Jinnian was still standing on the spot. He seemed to be hearing the sound of his heart breaking.