Let's break up.
Five words.
Yan Xia said it word by word, as if using up all her energy.
Her heart felt like ruins, empty and sharply painful, as if being stabbed again and again.
Yet, she calmly looked at Yu Han.
Five words, exploded in Yu Han's head with a loud blast.
Yu Han's expression instantly turned cold, his worry and concern were instantly frozen in his eyes.
The words from his lips, were squeezed out forcefully: "What did you say?"
The hospital was gradually becoming crowded in the early morning, but Yu Han was oblivious, pulling off his mask to ask the question.
Hearing his stiff voice, Yan Xia was at a loss for words.
But she still mustered the strength to repeat it: "Let's break up."
If Du Xinyuan was the one he always cared about, then she would give him a chance to rectify the situation.
While she still had a shred of dignity left, while she still had the strength to pull away.
