"Chen Nuo was a good man. He truly loved Meng Jia, but also had sincere feelings for Su Qing and Yi Han. Upon learning that Meng Jia had killed the two innocent girls for him, how could he carry that enormous guilt and continue to stand by Meng Jia?
Choosing to let go, doesn't mean he stopped loving. It was simply the cruelty of fate. There was so much love left, but there was no longer a way for them to be together.
Meng Jia, with tears streaming down her face, muttered to herself: "How could you not love me? How could you not want me? You said you only loved me..."
Chen Nuo, in pain, shut his eyes tightly and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Meng Jia. I'm sorry, Su Qing and Yi Han..."
Suddenly, Chen Nuo thrust Meng Jia away, turning to rush towards the balcony once more. Lin Xiaoyu extended his hand hurriedly to stop him, only managing to grab a piece of Chen Nuo's clothes.
"No..." Seeing him about to crash into the balcony, Meng Jia let out a terrified scream.
