Shi Mufeng's mind conjured an image of a woman like a blazing rose, leaning back in his seat, "I remember my promise to you, I never said I wanted to break up with you, I just said you could break up with me."
To Rong Weiwei, those two options seemed identical, both leading to a breakup.
She bit her lip, wishing she could draw blood, forcibly suppressing the accusations itching to spill out. Softening her tone as if heartbroken, "I've never said I wanted to break up with you. I've been with you since I was 16, you were my first love, my first everything. I'm really angry about what you did this time, and any girl who liked you would not be indifferent to this kind of thing."
