Her heart ached sharply, and she abruptly withdrew her hand, turning around with a cold tone, "I've said all that needs to be said; you can go now, let's not see each other again in the future."
Suddenly, An Yichen embraced her tightly from behind, as if he desperately wanted to meld her into his body.
"Xiaozhi, can you give me one more chance, please? I beg you, I really don't want to break up with you, I can't lose you."
When had the noble and indifferent An Yichen ever lost his composure like this?
All of this was only because he loved her, he wanted to keep her.
Chen Zhi's heart hurt so much. She slightly opened her mouth, trying to take deep breaths, to suppress the overwhelming pain inside.
"Yichen, last night, I was with Si Ye." Chen Zhi still decided to tell the truth, "Even with this, do you not care?"
An Yichen's body tensed up, and Chen Zhi could feel his change.
He slowly released his grip, asking very softly, "Why?"
"Do you think the reason matters?"
