The scene was utterly absurd.
Chi Yue felt an urge to laugh, not out of sympathy but sheer pleasure.
Fan Wei had been silent since he was dragged out from under the covers, letting Widow Zeng make a scene. But when he saw Chi Yue, his self-esteem instantly crumbled—
In a sense, Chi Yue and Wang Xueya were tied together. Seeing Chi Yue made him think of Wang Xueya, which only made his current situation seem even more miserable and ridiculous. Moreover, this misery, this ridicule, was the nightmare he had been trying to escape his entire life, yet it clung to him relentlessly.
"Let go!"
He suddenly shouted, startling Widow Zeng's tears back into her eyes.
"Fan?" Widow Zeng lifted her tear-streaked eyes to look at him, "I won't let go. Don't be afraid, I'll beg them..."
"Beg for what?" Fan Wei's voice was filled with hostility. By the time the woman said she wouldn't let him go, he was already prepared to give up on himself, "My affairs are none of your business. Let go."
