The loved one had passed away, who else could ever be just like him?
All of this was merely her own imagination, nothing but her naive fantasies.
Upon hearing these words, Liu Zheng's eyes widened as if they were big brass bells, completely unprepared for her to utter such a statement.
He opened his eyes curiously and then once again grasped the woman's hand tightly.
"What's wrong, did I upset you somehow?"
Liu Jiaxin looked up and gave him a light glance.
It seemed like she really had something to say.
But after a while, she ultimately closed her mouth again.
Faced with such a situation, she truly didn't know what would be best to say.
"It's nothing, I just feel we're not well-suited for each other, let's not stay in touch anymore."
In the end, all her words were forced back down.
And Liu Zheng, seeing her in such a state, indeed felt a headache coming on.
It now seemed that aside from telling her the truth, there was probably no other way to appease her anger.
