This time, Young Master Lu was quick to dodge her attack.
He looked up at her and grinned. "Shuangshuang…"
"Scram, scram, scram!" Zhou Shuang bellowed at him. "Lu Yinan, just scram. I really don't want to be with you anymore. Can we just break up peacefully and harmoniously? I'm begging you."
Then she couldn't help but burst into tears.
She cried as she pushed him away. "Lu Yinan, scram. The further the better. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore. Please let me go."
This time, Zhou Shuang was grieving. She didn't cry when the person she loved gave up on her while she was on the operating table, neither did she cry during the fights they had for the past five years.
In front of him, she turned into a porcupine—stabbing him everywhere and covering herself in blood in the process.
This lifestyle constantly drained her.
