Tang Yuchen's pupils shrank and his breathing stagnated for a while. The wound on his shoulder began to hurt faintly, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood.
He grabbed her hand and asked in a low voice: "Can you really not forgive me?"
"I'm with Mo Hua now. Don't divorce Lan Keren. If you still like her, live a good life with her." An Ruo sighed.
Tang Yuchen stood up suddenly and growled at her: "I said I don't like her, the only person I love is you! You don't love that guy either, why are you still with him?"
The man asked angrily and heartbrokenly, with the veins on his forehead bulging. An Ruo rarely saw him looking hysterical, so he must be really anxious.[
But deep down in her heart, why didn't she even feel moved...
An Ruo smiled and said casually: "Tang Yuchen, when have you been so unrestrained? Let go when it's time to let go. You should be disdainful of stalking."
Tang Yuchen held her hand tightly, his face was gloomy and terrifying, and he was too uncomfortable to say a word.
She said to him again: "You are already a lot older. Don't be like a child who gets angry when you don't get something. Be more mature and free-spirited. Can you let me go and let yourself go?"
The man held her hand tighter, holding it tightly, as if the harder he held it, the harder he could hold her.
An Ruo endured the pain in her wrist and looked at him calmly, waiting for him to let go.
"An Ruo, I just want to ask you, do you still love me?" After a long silence, he asked her in a deep voice.
She did not deny it and said bluntly: "Love it, but it is no longer love. Maybe what I love is the time we used to be together, what I love is the past feeling, what I love is our memories. But I can tell you for sure.
You, I don’t want to be with you anymore.”
I don’t want to be with you anymore…
This sentence kept echoing in his ears. It was a kind of death sentence, and it instantly plunged him into a bottomless abyss.
Tang Yuchen suddenly had shortness of breath, his face turned pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
What should I do? The wound hurts so much, and what hurts even more is his heart...
He felt like he was about to die in pain.
An Ruo noticed something strange about him, frowned and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with you?"
His strong body fell onto the bed with a bang, his face full of pain. An Ruo saw that the wound on his left shoulder had opened, and the blood had soaked the gauze.
She opened her eyes wide and stood up immediately to call the doctor.
But as soon as she took a step, she couldn't move anymore. He kept grabbing her wrist and holding it hard.
"Tang Yuchen, please let go quickly, I'll call a doctor for you!"
"Don't go..." The painful man groaned vaguely.
An Ruo was stunned. Even now, are you still unwilling to let go?
She took a deep breath and calmed down at the same time. She was so anxious that she forgot that the button on the bedside could directly call the doctor.
The doctor arrived quickly. They wanted to examine Tang Yuchen, but he held An Ruo's hand and refused to let go, which was not convenient for them to examine.
An Ruo asked him to let go, but he couldn't hear what she said.
There was no other way, so she struggled to free her wrist from his hand. The moment she broke free, the semi-conscious man suddenly let out an anxious cry: "Anruo, don't go! Please... don't go!"
