Jian Han vomited all over the place. The tears in her eyes gushed out. At this moment, she heard the man speak coldly and mockingly behind her. "Jian Han, you just hate me so much that you are vomiting after a moment's touch."
Jian Han did not reply. She did not have any strength to reply. She was tortured by him just now, and now, she felt her head spin and her vision blur.
A gentle breeze blew over, and he left.
Jian Han weakly collapsed onto the long bench by her side. There was the taste of her own tears in her mouth, and it tasted so bitter.
She closed her eyes lightly, and allowed herself to shed all of her tears.
She's known him for so many years. She's loved him for so many years. He would probably never find out, no matter whether it was six years ago or six years later, she never betrayed him at all.
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The next morning, Ning Qing went to knock on Jian Han's door. The room was empty, and Jian Han had already left.
