"Si Mo." Xia Yiwan hesitantly spoke, "Don't you want to know what good news I have to tell you?"
Si Mo paused his steps and chuckled coldly, "It doesn't matter what it is."
Yes, it didn't matter anymore.
She was about to leave him.
He would die alone in despair.
Boundless bitterness seeped from the depths of her heart, it was so bitter that Xia Yiwan felt the air had altered its flavor.
Si Mo walked away hastily. His brisk strides were almost like a stampede as he got into his car.
The rumble of the car echoed, followed by the hard press of the accelerator.
Xia Yiwan calmly listened to the fading noise, unmoving, nor making any attempt to stop him.
He said, nothing mattered anymore.
Indeed, once one changes their heart, everything in the past becomes just a memory.
Memories only symbolize the past.
No matter how good he had been to her, all of it was in the past.
He had grown tired of her.
This was the reality.
