He said something that was particularly true: substitutes can never compare to the original.
Her tone was resolute, her pale face carried a faint smile, her brows softened, and her voice was crisp yet calm. That demeanor—it didn't seem like she was talking about herself.
"Fu Rong, I'm still asking the same question—am I really that cheap in your heart?" Is that why you've allowed yourself to humiliate me again and again?
Not waiting for his response, she smiled again. "Honestly, I've always thought of myself as pretty straightforward and graceful. At the very least, I haven't clung to you desperately, nor have I resorted to petty schemes. If it's about my previous actions, then all I can say is, I'm sorry. And I promise you here that I'll never do it again."
She couldn't say she loved boldly and hated fiercely, but she was reasonable. If you love, you love; if you don't, then you don't.
There was no need to keep a man who didn't love her by her side—there was no point.
