"Cheng Zhiwei, your parents..."
"Do you also think it's a delightful thing if my parents died in the Northwest, it's the retribution I, Cheng Zhiwei, deserve."
Cheng Zhiwei looked up at Zhou Lin, hate, tinged with scorn, growing out of her ash-gray expression—it was so clear. She clutched his clothes, gripping tightly.
"You could have solved it with just one word... all you had to do was speak up..." She was in so much pain, her voice caught in her throat, emotions collapsing and sliding down.
Zhou Lin, at a loss for words, softened involuntarily in some corner of his heart amidst her helpless crying. After a long moment, he opened his mouth and said, "I didn't know... I called the principal."
"No need." Cheng Zhiwei stepped back, looking at Zhou Lin for the first time with a completely foreign and indifferent gaze, looking at the man she had once loved the most.
