Wei Anning felt an excruciating pain in her heart, as she fiercely held back her tears, enduring the soreness around her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling, stubbornly refusing to let her tears fall.
She liked him so much, how could he be so cruel to her?
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and the tears rolled down unexpectedly. In this lifetime, she would never forgive him.
Leng Youchen, carrying breakfast, pushed the door open only to see her silently crying, and his heart wrenched. Self-reproach, annoyance, and heartache all surged towards him at once; he had refrained so long, not willing to touch her, wanting to give each other the most beautiful memory.
However... it all ended in vain.
Wei Anning's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Leng Youchen seated in his wheelchair, and her whole body stiffened. By the time she reacted, she had flung off the covers and, disregarding the pain in her body, wrapped herself in the blanket.
