Good break up, good separation...
Tang Mubei thought, how could he manage a good break up, good separation?
Some people, once you meet them, become indispensable in your life. Once you lose them, how does it differ from becoming a walking corpse?
"Ye Zi, don't be so cruel to me..." Tang Mubei's voice was low and subdued.
In Qiu Ye's impression, he was such a strong person. This kind of bitter endurance of pain, she rarely saw.
Her heart was also aching, but she had to harden her resolve.
"I'm sorry, Tang Mubei, I hope we never meet again. Don't come and disrupt my life. I want to make it a bit easier for myself."
Long pain is worse than short pain. Today, let's end it completely.
Qiu Ye turned around limping towards her car, opened the door and got in, started the car, and drove past Tang Mubei without a second glance.
Tang Mubei's hand beside him lifted weakly, then fell weakly again.
Finally, it had come to this day...
