Ye Anqi cried for a long time.
Tears dried again and again by the wind, she let out all the sadness she had suppressed for so many years.
Ya Shitian could no longer bear to listen.
He suddenly pulled her up and held her, "That's enough. How long are you going to cry for him? Aren't you afraid you'll cry yourself blind?"
Ye Anqi suddenly became angry, "It's none of your business! Go away, leave me alone!"
"You have to come with me. You've cried for him already; you don't owe him anything anymore. Remember, from now on, forget him!"
"Slap—" Ye Anqi suddenly slapped him.
Ya Shitian didn't even blink.
Ye Anqi said coldly, "Ya Shitian, don't you think you're too much?"
It was him who wanted her to come here, and now it was him who wanted her to leave.
"Who do you think you are, treating my pain like it's nothing? Coming and going as you please?"
Ya Shitian's eyes were dark, "What else do you want? To be sad for him forever?"
"..."
