Wu Rong held her back,
"Don't call him."
"Huh?"
Lu Ping was taken aback for a moment, her eyes met Wu Rong's, and her heart skipped a beat...
Wu Rong...
"Xiao Ping, actually, I really want to ask you one thing..."
"...What?"
Lu Ping's voice was so light it was almost inaudible.
"All these years... have you ever regretted it..."
"..."
Lu Ping's face instantly turned pale, her expression was frighteningly rigid.
Her eyes met Wu Rong's gaze, filled with bewilderment.
"Even a tiny bit of regret... regretting being with him instead of me..."
"From now on, don't come anymore."
Lu Ping looked up, though her disposition was somewhat weak, accustomed to enduring silently over these years, there was still a line in her heart that no one could cross.
With just one sentence, Wu Rong precisely stepped onto that line.
Exceptionally icy words slipped out effortlessly, without the slightest hesitation.
What was sealed was the past, what she didn't want to mention.
