Cheng Zhiwei bit her lip gently, her cries subsided, but she started talking to herself like she'd lost her sanity, "He's sick, I have to be with him, he's afraid of the dark, afraid of pain, I... I must find him."
As she finished speaking, she reached out to pull at the car door, looking as if she was about to jump out.
Zhou Lin pulled her back forcefully, the anger that he had been holding back flared up like a wildfire, his tone was strict, "Cheng Zhiwei, stop this nonsense."
Cheng Zhiwei collapsed into Zhou Lin's arms, clutching at his clothes and started crying again, "I liked him first, that day I was going to confess to him, why, why did he choose Seo Zhenzhen... it was me who helped him through the dark times... why would he do this to me... why betray me..."
Her mumbled voice was soft and indistinct; in the quiet car, Zhou Lin only made out one sentence clearly—she said it was she who had helped him through the dark times.
