Xia Mo took a few steps, before she turned around uncontrollably.
The thin man was still lying on the floor unmoving.
Large raindrops fell on his face, as if he couldn't feel any cold or pain.
Xia Mo wanted to force herself to leave, but her legs seemed to go against her.
She walked back towards the man. Seeing that he was frailer and thinner than the previous time she saw him, she said impatiently, "Must you be like this? Isn't it just your ex-girlfriend despising you? There are so many women in this world. She's not the prettiest either, must you give up on your life for her? Is it worth it?!"
The man didn't speak.
Xia Mo felt her anger rising, as she couldn't resist the urge to kick him. "Besides, if you died, Editor Xia would be so sad, and the rest of your family…"
"That's enough." The silent man finally spoke as he sat up. "You don't have to lecture me about my problems!"
