Zheng Huainan's arms bled, and his heart ached faintly, but Shu Fu seemed oblivious as she clung to his arm.
"Enough!" he said. "Stop being so delusional. The one who has left you with nothing is none other than yourself. Continue this way, and you will lose even yourself!"
Zheng Huainan brushed her hand off, this time, without a hint of reluctance.
It seemed like thousands of words swelled in Shu Fu's eyes. She remembered the times she had unreservedly hurt him, saw his pained expression, and now, it was as if their roles had been reversed.
She admitted she had fallen for him, so she had to endure his cruel heartlessness!
Just as in the past, when he had said to her, "Fufu, let's secretly be together," all she felt was disgust, nausea, and an overwhelming fear.
Then, he began to endure her most heartless lashes, and in a blink, so many years had passed!
He was no longer the gentle and refined young man from her memories.