Xia Menghan had loved Long Moyu for eight years: five years of secret admiration and three years of confessing her feelings. She thought he would love her someday, but now he was going to marry someone else.
"Long Moyu, why did you lie to me?" Xia Menghan shouted into the phone.
Long Moyu frowned. "What are you making a fuss about now? What did I lie to you about?"
Xia Menghan raised her voice. "I'm making a fuss? You've had someone you like all along. Why didn't you tell me? You knew I liked you. Did you think it was fun to string me along?"
Long Moyu sensed something was wrong, and his voice turned cold. "Have you been drinking?"
Xia Menghan continued to sob to herself. "Long Moyu, you take advantage of the fact that I like you to bully me without a care!"
There was a long silence on the other end before he replied coldly, "Xia Menghan, I never asked you to like me. You're the one who insisted on clinging to me."
His words poured over her like a bucket of icy water, extinguishing not only her hopes but all the love she'd carried in her heart for eight years.
Xia Menghan took a deep breath, her voice filled with an indescribable weariness. "Long Moyu, do you think I'll love you forever? Nothing lasts forever. I won't always love only you!"
Long Moyu replied coldly, "Then stop loving me, and stop clinging to me."
With that, he hung up.
Her eight years of love, devotion, and effort all vanished in an instant.
In the silent night, only Xia Menghan's quiet sobs remained.
"Long Moyu, I really can't hold on anymore. I'm giving up on you. I don't love you anymore..."
It's okay, but I don't know why the man in front is pretending to be aloof. His reasons for refusing are too far-fetched