Wushuang looked at him in shock.
It was hard to believe he would say such things to her.
Ouyang Che realized his own loss of composure, half-lowered his eyelids to hide the obscurity in his eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be harsh to you..."
Wushuang shook her head, indifferent to this point.
"Ache, I accept your kindness. I know you wish for me to be well. However, you are not me, and you don't know my thoughts... If you truly wish for my well-being, then don't interfere in my affairs, and don't do anything for me."
"Also, I can tell you with certainty that Wuyou is Wuyou, and Rong Shaoze is Rong Shaoze. I have never mistaken Rong Shaoze for Wuyou; I hope you understand this clearly!"
After speaking, Wushuang glanced at him, reversed the car, turned around, and returned the way she came.
Ouyang Che gazed deeply at her retreating figure, a thick pain suppressed in his eyes.
Wushuang, what exactly is in your heart?
What do you want?
And what can I still do for you?
