Lu Beiyuan felt as if someone had punched the softest part of his heart heavily.
The pain from his fractured ribs seemed negligible in comparison.
A single sentence from Su Nanxing almost knocked him down.
"Xingxing, listen to me. The night of the car accident..."
"There's no need," Su Nanxing interrupted him, "It doesn't matter anymore, and I don't want to hear it. Whatever the truth is, I'm not interested."
After she spoke, without waiting for Lu Beiyuan to say anything more, she added, "You haven't recovered yet. Go to the hospital quickly, stop causing trouble."
She hung up right after finishing her words.
When Lu Beiyuan tried to call again, Su Nanxing had already turned off her phone.
Stop causing trouble.
The helplessness and impatience in her tone when she said those three words were crystal clear to Lu Beiyuan.
She was fed up.
He felt like a stranger to himself.
And despised by Su Nanxing.
