Constant Harassment

If he didn't care too much and cared too much about her thoughts, Fu Yuchen wouldn't be like this.

He was such a prideful person, when did he end up like this?

Although his hand was injured and blood was flowing out, his expression was wooden, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

What did this pain count for? His heart ached even more. He regretted losing her. Only now did he realize that the person he loved the most was her.

Lighting up a cigarette, Fu Yuchen smoked one cigarette after another. All the laughter in the party had nothing to do with him.

In the end, there were cigarette butts all over the floor. He had finished smoking all the cigarettes he had brought with him, so he finally left this place.

Glancing in the direction of the banquet, he could feel that Luo Shumo was very happy inside, because the person who made her feel disgusted was no longer there.