"Then it definitely needs to be thrown away, lest it distresses you to see it," Hao Jian declared decisively.
Qin Bing responded to Hao Jian's ruthlessness with silent sobs.
But Hao Jian, as if he had not noticed, continued, "What else did he leave behind?"
"Nothing left," Qin Bing said, her gaze flickering.
"Nothing left?" Hao Jian chuckled sardonically, nodding toward a pair of doll figurines: "These were also given by him, weren't they?"
Qin Bing's face turned pale, and she rushed at Hao Jian, reaching out to grab the figurine, but Hao Jian wasn't about to let her have her way, swiftly grabbing the doll in his hand.
"What, can't bear to part with it?" Hao Jian said, looking at Qin Bing with a sneer.
"You can smash everything else, but not this one. This pair of dolls was meant to be placed on our wedding cake, something he and I made together," Qin Bing pleaded with Hao Jian.
"Crack."