Shen Mingfeng had just woken up. He opened his eyes but didn't see Jian Yanyan's figure. He let out a bitter smile; she really left, after all, she still couldn't let go of Su Junhao.
Shen's mother was sitting nearby, peeling an apple, and asked, "Mingfeng, would you like some apple?"
He shook his head, feeling utterly exhausted, lying silently, staring at the ceiling.
Shen's mother knew what he was thinking. She knew her son best and sighed, "Since you can't let her go, why did you let her leave then? Do you know how much effort I put into keeping her here?"
Shen Mingfeng turned his head to look at his mother, "You are the one who made her stay?"
Shen's mother pursed her lips, "If I hadn't begged her, do you think she would have stayed? Oh, I was so kind to her then, but young women nowadays are really heartless. Back then, I had so many arguments with you because of her..."
