Ye Zitong did not know if she was laughing too hard. At this moment, her brain was in a dull pain and her vision was starting to blur.
She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling that was becoming less and less clear. Tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes. Tang Zhiyu’s two words shattered all the light in her world.
The hand that was holding the phone could not stop trembling. Her voice was weak and her words were blurry. “I... Don’t... Regret...”
Even though she herself felt that she was pathetic and laughable, even if she ended up like this, she would not regret what she had done.
Tang Zhiyu’s eyes hammered slightly. He took the phone and looked at it for a few seconds. Then, he reached out and pressed the button, hanging up the phone.