When his subordinate reported the news to him, they also sent a photo.
In the photo, she was sitting in front of Shen Chizheng's tombstone, smiling as she kissed him.
Seeing that photo, his worry was instantly engulfed in flames of anger; he truly wanted to strangle her.
If she died, his heart would die with her, putting an end to any unrealistic fantasies, and he wouldn't be foolishly hung up on a woman who had no room for him in her heart.
Gu Chaohan grabbed her hand, "Su Yan, sometimes I really want to cut open your chest to see if there is a heart inside."
So many days and nights, did her heart truly never hold even the slightest bit of him?
Su Yan's self-mocking laughter, a shattered sound accompanied by empty eyes, poured out, "My heart died long ago."
At this point, she was unexpectedly calm.
