These words struck right at Zimei's sore spot. Her hand tightly gripped the chopsticks, her eyes downcast as she silently stared at the enticing piece of sweet and sour pork in her bowl.
After a while, She finally steadied her breath, looked up directly at the man sitting across from her, and solemnly said, "A Cheng, I promise you, I won't disappear again."
"Do you think it's like a child making a mistake, and just writing a promise makes everything okay?" Ye Cheng retorted.
"What do I need to do for you to believe me?" Zimei's face turned pale, yet she was unwilling to give up.
What would it take to believe her...
Even in Ye Cheng's heart, He had no answer to that question.
The man didn't reply; instead, He set down his bowl and chopsticks, pushed his chair back, and stood up.
"Please leave after you finish eating."
Ye Cheng left behind a cold remark and walked out of the restaurant.
