Luo Qiangwei's long hair was blown messy by the wind, as she stood without speaking.
Yan Chu's chest heaved, "If you want to chase after me, I won't stop you. Whatever you want to do, I can't stop you and have no right to, even if he throws you down the stairs, causing you to miscarry and nearly lose your life, you still..."
"He's not that kind of person!" Luo Qiangwei suddenly threw off his hand and, regardless of their location, almost screamed, "He's not! He absolutely isn't!"
"Fine, then go chase after him!" Yan Chu sneered, slamming the takeout box he was holding to the ground, "Go chase him now! Whether you can catch up or you live or die multiple times is all up to you. After all, you don't seem to care about your own body or life, so why should I risk my life for you? If I, Yan Chu, care about you again, you might as well write the 'Yan' character upside down. If you want to chase after him, go ahead, chase after him!"
Having said that, he turned around to leave—
