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Hearing Yan Hua's words, Bo Yan pursed her lips tightly.
A desperate pain filled his heart.
In the end, what was over was over. No miracles would happen again.
Bo Yan's hand holding onto the gun fell bit by bit.
A strong sense of helplessness surged within him.
This type of helplessness had become a sharp weapon that stabbed his heart painfully and ruthlessly.
Yan Hua stared at Bo Yan, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, like it was a scar.
She could no longer care about his feelings anymore.
In that painful and emotional relationship, she had hurt, cried and hated before… She knew that she would never be able to love a person like that in her life anymore.
He was the one who brought her pain, but taught her how to grow as a person as well.
Bo Yan pursed his lips very tightly. He kept his gun as he glanced at Yan Hua, noting that she had regained her calmness. "It's good, as long as you like it."