"…"
Wen Ru remained silent, her eyes turning redder, and she was silent for a long time.
Huo Jinyun looked at her, her smile growing wider, "What's the matter, did I touch a nerve? Still thinking of coming to Hong Kong to rekindle old flames? Do you want me to call him over for you?"
Wen Ru's gaze suddenly sharpened like a knife as she looked at Huo Jinyun, "I came here only to see how well you're doing now. Having seen that you're doing so well, I can rest assured."
She smiled, her voice getting softer.
But her words were like a knife, piercing straight through Huo Jinyun's heart.
Huo Jinyun thought of last night and raised her hand in anger, but remembering Wen Ru's previous words, her arm hung mid-air, never coming down.
She remembered how Wen Ru once attempted suicide by slitting her wrists, almost dragging her into it!
Fearing history might repeat itself, her arm came down in the air.
