I Don't Want Him Anymore

The day I asked to break up, Xu Yan went mad.

He rushed over and grabbed my hand, carefully stroking the bloodstains on it, his voice hoarse and trembling.

“Tang Qiao, I won't break up...”

His voice was choked with sobs, pleading in a tone of quiet desperation.

“Just give me a little time. I promise I'll give you an explanation for this, all right?”

I curled my lip in scorn, not sure whether I was mocking myself or laughing at him.

“If you don't let go, aren't you afraid I'll make that rumor come true?”

Xu Yan's back stiffened abruptly. He stared at me in disbelief, then let go, utterly dejected.