His grip slowly loosened, and the next moment, Cheng Weiyue felt a teardrop crash onto her neck...
The icy sensation was uncomfortable, and she thought to wipe it off without hesitation, but Zhao Hanchen was already holding her tightly, his whole body nearly pressing down on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
He spoke with a voice that was unusually weak, as if pleading, "Yueyue, don't go looking for Zhou Jingwei, don't go find him..."
But Cheng Weiyue just felt that this scene was ridiculously laughable.
She indeed laughed.
Zhao Hanchen saw the smile in her eyes and only felt that her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were like little knives, carving into him one slice at a time.
Because she was just short of oxygen, Cheng Weiyue's exhalations were a bit heavy. Her voice was unstable and cold as ice when she spoke: "Zhao Hanchen, we've already broken up, do you know what breaking up means?"
