Two o'clock.
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"You..." Che Yali threw the bicycle aside, her face ashen, and grabbed Jiang Yuesheng's bike handle, "Are you now unwilling to even glance at me? Are you just wishing to rush home and be with that Fox Spirit? Jiang Yuesheng, you've resigned from your position, and your eyes have turned shallow? You can even fancy a crumpled shoe whose man died?"
"Che Yali, haven't I made myself clear enough?" Jiang Yuesheng looked at her with disgust, "Do you really need me to explicitly tell you that I find you nauseating, for you to feel we're completely over?"
"Why can you just say you're done with me when you want to?" Che Yali stared at him frantically, "Why didn't you say you were done with me when I was fresh and tender?"
Jiang Yuesheng, I'm telling you, as long as I, Che Yali, don't let go, you have no power to let go. If you dare to defy me, I'll make you regret it for a lifetime! You can try if you don't believe me!"
