"Here." Li Qianxue pointed to the location of her heart. Her voice was very soft, and there was absolute determination in it. "It used to be hot, and it used to be warm. But now it's cold, dead, broken, and there's nothing left."
"All of this is because of you, Su Chenghui."
"So don't think about trying to move me, don't think about asking me to forgive you, or give you a chance to start over, because I no longer have a heart."
Su Chenghui was speechless. He lowered his head. The part of his forehead covered by his hair blocked his eyes. His expression couldn't be seen.
His body was extremely stiff. He maintained his half-squatting posture and didn't move. Only his tightly clenched fists revealed some of his emotions.
Li Qianxue didn't look at him. Some things were over after the ship has sailed. She didn't want to say it at first.
