"Ye Zhan, let me go."
Momo was both angry and upset.
Ye Zhan didn't let go, nor did he respond.
He pressed his thin lips tightly together, pulling her forward.
His mind lingered on what Momo had just said.
She no longer liked him.
She was already with Huo Song.
Beside him, Momo's voice suddenly became choked, "Ye Zhan, you bastard, I hate you."
His heart tightened, and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Turning his eyes to her tears rolling down, his gaze changed, and it felt like his heart was suddenly pierced by a sharp weapon, hurting intensely.
The strength of his grip loosened in an instant.
"Momo, do you hate me that much?"
He asked stiffly.
This was the first time Ye Zhan saw Momo cry.
...
She hadn't cried over so many things before.
At this moment, she was shedding tears in front of him.
Calling him a bastard.
Saying she hated him!
Thinking of this, a pale shade of blue faintly appeared on Ye Zhan's face.
