"Must you be so cruel to me?"
Su Qing cried as she asked.
She felt like she was about to die, "I now even doubt whether the person who stood by my side all these years, who hated Qin Wan with me, was actually you."
"Perhaps not."
Mu Shaochen answered without any attempt to hide.
Su Qing's complexion turned paler with each word he uttered.
She choked up and asked, "Then what about the ten promises you made to me, the ones you haven't fulfilled, do they still count?"
"They count."
"Fine, you can go. I, Su Qing, am not without dignity. Shaochen, I will try hard to forget you, to stop loving you."
"Rest well."
Mu Shaochen truly turned and walked away.
On the hospital bed, Su Qing, seeing him walk towards the door, choked with anger, just as his hand touched the doorknob.
She suddenly called out to him, "Shaochen."
The man looked back.
The more handsome his silhouette against the backlight, the more ruthless.
