Yu Zhen roughly yanked his arm away from her. "Don't touch me," he snapped.
He heard her heart break before he witnessed it. He left her there, without a single glance in her direction.
Li Xueyue dropped to her knees. She would not cry. She told herself that tears were for the weak; that she no longer had it in her to cry anymore. So why was it that tears trickled down from her eyes? Why was it that her entire chest swelled and her throat clogged?
The heartbreak was too much to explain. She cried and cried for the man she had lost and the pride she had tossed away. But it was not loud wails and pleas. That was unlike her.
She cried in silence, because that's what she was trained to do. She cried silent tears that no one witnessed, but one person knew.
"Li Xueyue, you damn fool…"
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