But Jiang Meilin still wouldn't let it go, blazing with anger as she kept pushing her wheelchair forward. "Go, go find her then! Why are you still holding on to me? I've lost a leg now, you despise me, don't you? Don't you, Shen Mingfeng? I treated you so well back then, and now you actually despise me, actually despise me. You think I'm not good enough for you anymore, is that it?"
She cried as she spoke, hands still pushing the wheelchair.
Shen Mingfeng had been angry himself to begin with. Today was supposed to be just coming over to pick out a wedding dress, let her try on a few. She hadn't even been discharged yet; the doctor said she could only go out a few hours a day. But he hadn't expected to run into Jian Yanyan here.
