The wind swept past his ears.
The man's voice, accompanied by the piercing wind, entered his ears, penetrated his bones, and shattered the last vestige of hope, ruthlessly without any mercy.
Not even an explanation, not a hint of hesitation.
Shi Tingbai's ears echoed with the man's words, his face faltering, his eyes rapidly filling with mist, blurring the figure before him.
This man, whom he had spent considerable time with, never suspecting anything amiss, had created a temporary illusion for him, woven a world of dreams where he believed that love was indeed invincible.
Yet, at this moment, the very same man was teaching him the hard realities of life.
"Lu Yiyu."
The mist in Shi Tingbai's eyes finally culminated into teardrops, coursing down his face. He gritted his teeth and asked, "So, you've been using me all this time? The reason you were with me was for this purpose? All this was carefully planned, including being with me, isn't it?"
Asking these questions.