She would rather have Xiao Chen shoot her like last time, she would rather he yelled at her, instead of dropping such cruel words, treating her with such indifference, as if her life or death meant nothing to him.
Pain and grief clogged her heart, her throat, every pore of her being, feeling as if she were about to explode.
A gust of wind blew by, dispersing the mist in her eyes, she wanted to cry, but no tears would come.
Xiao Chen.
She wanted to etch this name into the depths of her heart, carve it into every ring of her life.
Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen...
Across, in the banquet hall.
The lights finally came on again, and on the stage, Xiao Moli was passionately kissing An Ziqi.
Caught between the two, Little Xiao'an, seeing his daddy kiss mommy, let out a couple of noises, then with a slap, smeared his little hand across Xiao Moli's face.
He forcefully pushed his daddy's head to the side, then stretched out his other hand, wanting to be picked up by An Ziqi.
