Xiao Xiao's words were so final, pushing both of them to a dead end. If she was unwilling to give herself a way out, she had to drag him down with her.
Lu Fusheng let out a bitter smile. Since that was the case, he would accompany her to walk this dead-end road to the very end.
"Xiao Xiao, I'm waiting for you to come kill me."
Lu Fusheng's voice was shut outside by Xiao Xiao as she closed the car door. She started the car, driving past him without hesitation, leaving only a cold breeze behind.
Lu Fusheng sat alone in the car, covering his eyes with his hand, as if Xiao Xiao's breath still lingered on his lips.
"Ha." He laughed at himself, started the car, and left the place.
How many people remained sleepless that night, trapped in a sea of bitterness, struggling without end, unable to break free?
