She Isn't The Only Woman In The World

But Xuxu was drained, and no matter how gentle he was, her heart had already turned cold.

Xuxu cried for the longest time until her voice had gone hoarse.

She had never cried like this before. Not even when he appeared in front of her holding Fang Jiayin's hand all those years ago. Even when she was utterly heartbroken and anguished, she had never cried like she did today.

It's just as she said; it didn't matter if he didn't like her but he shouldn't trample on her love for him in this way.

She pushed him away and wiped her tears carelessly. She choked out the words, "I'm leaving. I'm sorry for falling asleep at the meeting today."

Even her apology contained neither inferiority nor superiority.

All these years, she had only yielded herself to him once. She had given everything she had.

She walked past Yan Rusheng and headed for the door.