Chen Mo took a deep breath, his teeth clenched as he fought back the tears, and looked deeply at Zhou Ruo Xue, "Fine, Xiao Xue, you're right. I'm just too foolish."
"I actually believed that after all these years, you would still cherish our relationship, but I never expected that it was all just my own wishful thinking. I do deserve to die, and I do deserve to be mocked by you because someone like me, I even want to laugh at myself."
"Rest assured, from now on, I will not bother you anymore. Take care of yourself, this is goodbye. As for the money, you don't have to give it to me. I, Chen Mo, may not have many skills, but even if I have to do those disgraceful jobs, I can still support myself."
Every word Chen Mo spoke seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat; after saying these words, he felt as if he had used up all his strength.
