The man's cold and unfeeling words were like the sharpest knife that instantaneously pierced into her broken heart.
Her proud heart finally couldn't contain the throbbing pain—
It was an almost spasmodic kind of pain; her complexion turned pale in an instant, devoid of any color, and the fingertips clenched around the edge of the table turned somewhat white.
She had already tried not to bother, not to think about these unbearable matters, but these people just had a way of trampling on her heart, stabbing her wounds over and over again.
All her efforts had now turned into a joke for him to ridicule and trample!
How foolish could she be?
To a heartless person, no matter how much you give, in his eyes, it's worthless.
Shu Yimo's chest ached with suffocation, not because he didn't love her, but because of her eight years of meticulous care and heart and soul, only to be met with such a look of disgust from him.
