"Song Yao!" Cen Mo interrupted Song Yao mid-sentence, his gaze looking like the black storm clouds that gathered on the sea before a typhoon. "Whether Su Huan makes it back to see his father for the last time is Su Huan's business. It doesn't concern you…"
Song Yao gripped Cen Mo's sleeve, choking up. She stared at Cen Mo with reddened eyes. "You clearly knew I had been with Su Huan back then! So why do you mind this now? Since you forced me to leave Su Huan, I haven't had any entanglements with him! Why are you refusing to let Su Huan off now?"
"Yes… we did bump into each other today! But what did we say or do that is worthy of making you so angry? Regardless of whether it's the watch or wallet, those are things of the past, things that happened before I met you! I can't erase my past! What do you need me to do for you to let it rest?" Song Yao asked Cen Mo.
"Let go of me…" Cen Mo said.
