"You think this is some sort of game?" Han Muxue yelled with a lost voice.
Why can you so easily get the man I can't have, why can you end this love affair so effortlessly, why do you act so indifferent, why do you deem something I've longed for my entire life as trivial!
Why is there still a hint of happiness in my heart?
Han Muxue glared at Xia Qingrou, tears slowly brimming in her eyes.
Xia Qingrou seemed dumbstruck, covering her face, her eyes empty and lost. As if feeling the pain, tears also started to flood uncontrollably.
"Yanyan, she hit me..."
Xia Qingrou buried her face in Liu Chaoyan's arms, also bursting into tears.
Seeing the tears on both of their faces, Liu Chaoyan gently stroked Xia Qingrou's head, a hint of helplessness flickered across her face, but she still comforted them softly.
She turned to Han Muxue and sighed, "Xuexue, no matter what, you shouldn't hit people, you were too impulsive."
