"Lin Xinlan!" Qiao Yiyang couldn’t contain his anger any longer, stepping forward and gripping her shoulders tightly, shaking her furiously.
"Why don’t you open your eyes and see me, see my heart for you! You only know that Rong Shaoze loves you, and your heart has room only for Rong Shaoze. But what about me? I love you so much, why can’t you have even a little bit of love for me?!"
"Let go!" Lin Xinlan pushed with all her might, stumbling back two steps, somewhat gasping for breath, "Get out! Both of you get out right now, I don’t want to see you!"
No sooner had Qiao Yiyang finished speaking than Lin Xinlan grabbed a cup and hurled it at him with all her might.
He didn’t dodge, and the cup hit him in the chest, shattering on the floor, yet his tall frame didn’t waver.
Lin Xinlan’s emotions suddenly spiraled out of control, "Get out, get out!"
She ran to the door, pulling it open, pointing outside, crying out hoarsely, telling them to leave over and over again.
Her mind was in chaos, unresponsive, and her vision blurred, unable to see anything.
She couldn’t hear their voices, only knew she wanted them to leave.
But Qiao Yiyang stood there, immobile.
Lin Xinlan felt her eyes darken with rage, and her legs gave out, causing her to collapse to the ground.
"Xinlan!" Qiao Yiyang hurried over to help her up, but Lin Xinlan recoiled as if she had touched something filthy, avoiding him swiftly.
The man’s hand paused in the air, a suppressed pain flashing through his eyes.
She forced herself to stand, looking at him coldly, "Fine, if you won’t leave, I will!"
She was about to run into the bedroom to pack when Qiao Yiyang grasped her wrist, saying in a deep voice, "There’s no need, I’ll leave."
He called to Lu Xiaofan, and just as the two men stepped out of the house, Lin Xinlan slammed the door shut with a bang, showing her revulsion for them.
Lin Xinlan leaned on the couch, panting heavily, and it took a while for her to catch her breath.
But the moment she thought of Qiao Yiyang’s nastiness, she was filled with hatred and anger again, and her emotions started to fluctuate.
Her body was too weak, even a slight emotional disturbance was unbearable; she had to remain calm, not caring so much.
"Since she doesn’t want the antidote, let’s go," Lu Xiaofan said to Qiao Yiyang.
The man stared at the closed door, standing still, "I’m not leaving. I’ll wait for her at the door until she changes her mind."
"Qiao Yiyang, why bother?"
Lu Xiaofan looked at him sadly, saying softly, "Even I can see that she will never fall in love with you. Let her go, and free yourself as well."
Qiao Yiyang curved his lips into a shallow smile, his cold eyes glancing at her, "I don’t need her to fall in love with me immediately, I just need her to agree to go with me. As long as she takes the first step, I’m confident that I can make her fall in love with me."
Seeing him so stubborn, Lu Xiaofan suddenly became angry.
"Do you love her so much that you have to have her? Qiao Yiyang, tell me honestly, what are you really thinking! For her, you’ve ended up with nothing, and she doesn’t love you at all. I really don’t understand what you’re clinging to!"
"It’s because I have nothing left that I can’t lose her. Xiaofan, in my heart, now there’s only her..." Qiao Yiyang said faintly, his tone carrying an indescribable sadness.
Lu Xiaofan was stunned. She wanted to ask him.
In his heart, was there a place for her?
Fang Fang parked her car and was about to enter the bar for a class reunion.