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"Yes." Tears rolled down her cheeks again. "People like you don't have hearts."

Mo Yesi's expression was cold.

Shen Rou felt her heart ache again. She bit her lip and wiped the corners of her eyes before turning to look at Qiao Mianmian.

Seeing her leaning against him intimately, and the arm of the man who was as cold as ice wrapped around Qiao Mianmian's waist possessively. Thinking of how Qiao Mianmian had just silently watched her become a joke, Shen Rou's eyes shot out with hatred.

She felt terrible.

She wouldn't let Qiao Mianmian have it easy.

Even if she couldn't separate them now, she could create a barrier between them.

"Qiao Mianmian, don't be too smug. Do you think you're special?" Shen Rou wiped the corner of her eyes again. Her eye makeup was already badly smudged, but now that she wiped it, it looked even worse.

She smiled again.