"I also have moments when I can't understand or tolerate you, such as betrayal." As the two words left her lips, it felt as though her heart had been ruthlessly slashed, immediately flooding with blood.
Leng Youchen frowned, "What betrayal?"
Wei Anning lowered her gaze, her heart aching sharply. She didn't want to discuss this. What was the point of tearing down the last shred of dignity between them before breaking up? Why not part peacefully?
She took a breath and looked up at him again. Under the streetlight, the man's figure was tall and upright, still dressed in a white dress shirt and black suit pants. His brow carried a solemn restraint, concealing sharpness and sternness.
At this moment, his slight frown made him appear distant and unapproachable.
