Tang Yan suddenly hung up the phone and rushed out the door.
The Count's sports car sped down the highway.
Tang Yan gripped the steering wheel, his entire body trembling involuntarily.
This damn woman!
How could she be so heartless, so cold-blooded? Where was the gentle little woman who once took care of him? Where was the girl who believed everything he said, so naive and foolish?
Was everything just a facade?
But why did the feelings she gave him seem so real and vivid?
He had already experienced one departure; he really didn't want to go through it again.
Qi Yue, you hateful woman.
Airport.
Qi Yue stood in the departure lounge, holding her phone, looking at the crowd dragging their luggage not far away.
What did Tang Yan mean?
He wanted her to wait, would he come?
But even if he came, what could it change? She reached out her hand and placed it on her abdomen.
In her current state, what right did she have to stand beside him?
