"Enough." Jiang Jing couldn't help but scold, "You love me? Does loving me mean you can hurt innocent people? Does loving me mean you can drive Jian Fang insane? Jian Fang is about the same age as you. She should have a bright future ahead, but she's gone mad, and now she's dead by jumping off a building. If this is because of your love for me, then your love is too heavy for me to bear."
"What do you mean?" Gu Mingzhu said agitatedly, "You say Jian Fang jumped to her death; that has nothing to do with me."
Gu Mingzhu felt the pain in her stomach growing worse. She held her stomach, Jiang Jing's icy accusations ringing in her ears. The pain intensified, and at first, she argued with Jiang Jing, but eventually, she lacked even the energy to argue.
She clung to the car door, her face pale. She held her stomach with one hand, unable to suppress the pain.
