Before her eyes could fog up, she lifted her arms and covered her face. Tilting her head back, she inhaled a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to cry. She was no longer Wu Hao's girlfriend and, unlike she had during the past 10 years, she could no longer lean on his shoulder and bawl her eyes out when she felt sad. Now that she only had herself, even if she cried her heart out deep in the night, no one's heart would ache for her, and neither would anyone be concerned.
Thus, there's nothing to cry about.
Furthermore, Lu Bancheng is nothing to me, so why should I cry over him?
He has me locked in a contract and then places me in a difficult position in front of another woman.
We merely crossed paths in the past, and now that his prospects are good while I'm suffering from excruciating misery, there was a starker contrast between our predicaments tonight.
