In the entanglements of love between men and women, hatred isn't scary.
What's terrifying is that after love turns into hatred, even hatred can't be mustered up.
Because from beginning to end, that so-called love was just a one-sided wishful thinking, never reciprocated.
"Wanwan, let's go…"
Crying herself out of tears, Tang Mulin leaned on Ye Wan's shoulder, speaking softly.
A face washed over by tears looked particularly pitiful.
"Okay."
Ye Wan responded, patting her shoulder, "I'm going to the restroom and then we can leave this place."
She grabbed a cushion and stuffed it into Tang Mulin's arms, then told a familiar waiter to watch over her for a moment. Ye Wan stood up and headed to the second floor.
As she reached the staircase, two black-clad bodyguards blocked her way.
"I'm sorry, the second floor is not open to the public."
The bodyguard spoke politely.
But Ye Wan wasn't in such a good mood.
"Chu Jinnian, you damn well better come out!"
