Tang Yuchen’s pupils constricted, his breathing momentarily halted. The wound on his shoulder began to throb painfully, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his flesh.
He grabbed her hand abruptly and asked in a deep voice, "Can you really not forgive me?"
"I am already with Mo Hua now. You shouldn’t divorce Lan Keren either. If you still like her, just live well with her," An Ruo sighed.
Tang Yuchen pushed himself up fiercely and roared at her, "I told you I don’t like her, my love is only for you! You don’t love that guy either, why do you still want to be with him?"
The man asked, anguished and heartbroken, the veins on his forehead bulging. An Ruo rarely saw him hysterical ; it seemed he was truly desperate.
Yet why did she feel no touch of emotion in her heart...
An Ruo smiled nonchalantly, "Tang Yuchen, since when have you become so clingy? It’s time to let go when it’s time to let go. You should disdain desperation, shouldn’t you?"
Tang Yuchen held her hand tightly, his expression dark and tormented, unable to utter a word.
She said to him again, "You’re quite old now; don’t act like a child who throws a tantrum when he can’t get something. Be mature, be free, and please let both me and yourself go."
The man’s grip on her hand tightened even more, his grasp so firm as if the harder he held, the more he could hold onto her.
An Ruo endured the pain in her wrist, calmly looking at him, waiting for him to let go on his own.
"An Ruo, I just want to ask you one thing, do you still love me?" After a long silence, he asked her in a serious tone.
She didn’t deny it, saying straightforwardly, "I suppose I do, but it’s not love anymore. Maybe what I love is the time we spent together, the feelings from the past, our memories. But I can tell you for certain, I don’t want to be with you anymore."
I don’t want to be with you anymore...
This sentence echoed continuously in his ears, like a death sentence, plunging him into an endless abyss in an instant.
Tang Yuchen’s breathing became rapid, his complexion deathly pale as cold sweat broke out on his forehead incessantly.
What to do, the wound is so painful, but even more painful is his heart...
He felt so pained he was about to die.
An Ruo noticed his unusual state and asked with a frown of concern, "What’s wrong with you?"
His robust body suddenly collapsed onto the bed, his face etched with agony. An Ruo saw that the wound on his left shoulder had split open, the bandage already soaked with fresh blood.
She widened her eyes, stood up immediately to call the doctor.
But she had barely taken a step when she couldn’t move any further. He was still gripping her wrist, holding it very tightly.
"Tang Yuchen, let go quickly, I need to call a doctor for you!"
"Don’t leave..." the agonized man murmured, "please don’t leave..."
An Ruo paused, stunned. Even , he was still unwilling to let go?
She took a deep breath, calming down. She suddenly remembered that the button on the bedside was meant to call the doctor directly.
The doctor arrived quickly. They needed to examine Tang Yuchen, but he was holding onto An Ruo’s hand and would not let go, making it difficult for them to proceed.
An Ruo asked him to let go, but he couldn’t hear what she said.
No choice, she forcefully yanked her wrist out of his hand. In the moment she broke free, the semi-conscious man suddenly called out in panic, "An Ruo, don’t leave! Please...don’t leave!"