Xia Muning's cries gradually subsided, only her tears continued pouring out. Through her tear-blurred vision, she looked at the man not far away, whose indifference towards her was unparalleled.
Those eyes, usually filled with warmth and affection, now looked cold and unfamiliar, as if they were looking at a stranger.
Strangely, she was not surprised, but instead felt a sense of grim confirmation: "Ah, so it is...". It was as if deep down, she had always known that Lu Qingchuan had simply loved the wrong person.
Their love, as he once confessed himself, was nothing more than a fleeting and fragile accident.
Listening on, Lu's father shuddered with rage, his stern face seemed to deepen with age and fury.
