The woman struggled, feeling as though all the air in her chest was being squeezed out, and as the grip on her neck tightened, she thought her neck would snap any second—then, finally, the large hand let her go.
Fu Rong didn't glance back at her again and turned to leave.
Ignoring the many people around her, the woman's legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for fresh air in great heaves.
Sitting in the car, Ye Ranran watched the world outside the window and had no more desire to wander. She asked Jun Mochan to take her back.
"Have you ever considered liking someone else?" Jun Mochan asked cautiously.
"I've thought about it, but that's not something that can be done in a short time," Ye Ranran said, her nostrils flaring: "But I'll try not to like him anymore."
I've been foolish for over twenty years; it's time to wake up. If we were meant to be together, it would have happened long ago—why drag it out so long?
