Xia Yanran struggled out of the man's arms.
Noting that her eyes were red, as she looked like she was about to cry, Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow. "Are you sad?"
How could she not be sad? He lied to her for ten years, and he was going to lie to her for the rest of her life too!
"Put me down!"
"You really don't want me to carry you?"
"No, I feel annoyed when I see you."
Xiao Yi put Xia Yanran down, his expression unreadable. "Since you don't want to see me, I'm leaving."
Before Xia Yanran could say anything, the man started to walk off.
Xia Yanran remained standing there in complete darkness. A freezing cold wind blew at her, chilling her from inside. The trees around her shook, making her look as pitiful as she could be.
Xia Yanran stared at the man's disappearing figure. She picked up a small stone on the floor, before she ran after him and hurled it at him.
