Wen Changling was very calm, "We broke up."
It was expected.
From the moment Wen Changling changed her attitude, Xie Shang had guessed it, she had already passed her judgment on him. It was the outcome he had imagined countless times, and he had also thought in advance about countless ways to respond, how to beg her, how to delay, how to show weakness, how to soften her heart.
But looking at her resolute gaze, he was the first to admit defeat.
He somewhat resignedly thought, if what she wanted was for the son to pay for the father's debts, then would it be better for her if he allowed himself to suffer to the extent of not wanting to live?
Because he also wanted to fulfill her wish.
"Can we not break up?"
Reason was saying, let her have her way.
The dark thoughts immediately turned into a viper, wrapping around his throat, releasing all the baseness and cruelty stored in his bones, incessantly beckoning: trap her, tie her down, break her limbs, then she would stay.
