Lin Qingqian didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to leave any hope for him to daydream.
She wouldn't turn back, nor did she dare to. It wasn't easy for her to get to where she was today. She didn't want to return to being the Lin Qingqian of the past.
Jiang Yanshen's lowered eyelashes cast a deep shadow under his eyes. His grip on the cup tightened, and his veins popped out. He seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice and snow, making it impossible for anyone to approach him.
Lin Qingqian moved her toes and turned to leave. She had just taken two steps when Jiang Yanshen's tense voice came from behind. One couldn't tell his emotions—
"Lin Qingqian, actually, you've never truly loved me. You were just trapped in the love you thought you had for me."
Her slender body froze. After a moment of silence, she said calmly, "Perhaps."
