"How do you know that Zhaozhao is not willing to suffer with me?" Zheng Heng clenched his teeth, looking at Jiang Tan obsessively, like a child, "Jiang Tan, maybe Zhaozhao is willing. We can both give up everything in Ning City and leave."
"Love doesn't stand scrutiny and wearing down. Unending suffering, won't enhance love." Jiang Tan finished speaking, "Zheng Heng, you don't have to feel resentful, and you don't have to deceive yourself with these words. It's alright to fool me, but fooling yourself is simply ludicrous. You should understand, if you can't solve the problems of the Zheng Family, you don't deserve to love Song Zhaozhao."
Jiang Tan had left a long time ago, but Zheng Heng was still standing motionless in the room.
The room was empty and narrow, Zheng Heng stood in silence for a long time. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been hit hard by something and quickly became aware.
His eyes reddened, and he squatted down, tears falling.
