Qin Yinan had never considered himself a weak person, but he found himself lacking the courage to continue listening.
His heart ached with every breath, so much so that he had trouble standing upright. He faltered for several steps back until he found support by collapsing on the sink counter. He knocked into the sharp end of the counter as he went down, but the physical pain on his body was incomparable to the pain in his heart. However, that sharp shot of pain did squeeze a fresh tear out of his eyes.
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"So, Song Qingchun, don't blame me for my cruelty, it is thanks to you that all this is happening to him!
