"There's no need to report on Ren Chuqing's matters anymore," Wen Muqing said.
Shen Zhihai was slightly startled, but quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."
After Shen Zhihai left, Wen Muqing took out that old lighter, staring at its already mottled surface, his eyes flooded with shadows.
Indeed, those who had abandoned him once would do so again!
He should have never believed her words, that she wouldn't leave him, that she would take responsibility for him, until death!
"I won't be like you," he murmured, his slender fingers clutching the lighter tightly.
He wouldn't be like his father, placing all his emotions on one woman.
From this day forward, he would no longer care about the woman named Ren Chuqing, even if she died in front of him, he would not care.
Yes, he wouldn't care anymore…
Because he had long passed the age where he would care!
And because he knew better than anyone that if he continued to care, what the outcome would be!
