Lin Chuxia retained her usual demeanor: her expression bland and devoid of emotion, her words lacking any sign of turmoil.
These things once again left Chu Haoxuan's heart bruised and lacerated.
He had humbled himself to this point, yet he was still unable to elicit any change from her.
But the fist Chu Haoxuan raised could not bring itself to strike Lin Chuxia.
Because she was a woman.
More than that, she was the woman who plucked the strings of his heart incessantly, the woman he deeply loved.
His fist simply couldn't bear to come down on her.
Chu Haoxuan threw a forceful punch.
Lin Chuxia closed her eyes.
At this moment, she knew everything was beyond repair.
Everything was already in the past.
She never… really intended to salvage anything.
But Chu Haoxuan's fist did not land on her face or body.
Instead, it smashed into the wall, creating a deep imprint.
And his knuckles were streaked with thin lines of blood.