Wen Yanqing clenched the engagement ring, the palm of his hand deeply imprinted with crimson bloodstains.
The sound of footsteps had already disappeared from his ears.
In that moment, Wen Yanqing's heart fell, shattering into pieces.
The fragmented shards spread throughout his chest, reflecting a mournful light, in disarray and chaos.
Who had cruelly clenched it, bleeding everywhere? Was it pain? Not even the word "pain" could describe it.
A metallic sweetness rose in Wen Yanqing's throat, while severe pain attacked him from all directions, threatening to engulf his consciousness.
Wen Yanqing forced himself to stand up, and, enduring the pain, groped his way to the door, chasing after her in a disheveled state.
"Mr. Wen!" Aunt Zhong steadied him as he staggered.
Wen Yanqing pushed her away, but Aunt Zhong held on tight: "Miss Lin has already left by car, Mr. Wen. Before she left, she asked me to tell you, since you've made your decision, don't chase after her."
