Zhou Yalin's gaze at Gu Ningyi grew increasingly cold, shrouded in a deathly aura. She truly began to fear that Gu Ningyi really wanted to strangle her.
"No, Ningyi, no, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Zhou Yalin's face turned pale, and she couldn't care about anything else, she could only tearfully plead with him.
Sorry?
Can a simple sorry erase everything from the past? Can it erase the years of misplaced love? Can it erase the present turmoil?
For a moment, he truly wanted to just strangle her. But killing her would only dirty his hands, she wasn't worth it!
Gu Ningyi took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly released his grip.
Zhou Yalin lost her support and collapsed to the ground, clutching her throat and coughing incessantly.
Gu Ningyi stood there, looking down at her from above, his gaze devoid of any warmth, even his voice when he spoke was ice-cold, "Our engagement, it's over. When my mom brings it up later, I think you should know how to respond."
