"Cheng Weiyue is my girlfriend, so I won't allow anyone I don't think should appear to keep showing up in front of her," he stated so bluntly that he clearly had no intention of sparing anyone's feelings.
Zhao Hanchen felt a tightness in his chest, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
He had mustered all his courage to come here, through the fierce wind and heavy snow; his journey hadn't been easy.
He wasn't asking for anything more; he just wanted to see Cheng Weiyue.
As long as he saw that she was well, he would be at ease.
But even such a simple request was met with Zhou Jingwei's refusal.
"After all, Weiyue and I were in love once, and I was the one who took her to the hospital. Zhou Jingwei, both emotionally and rationally, publicly and privately, you shouldn't prevent me from seeing her."
Zhao Hanchen's eyes reddened, feeling unusually helpless: "Jingxing has been unstable lately, and I don't have much time to see her anymore. Just this once, why can't you agree?"
