The day I proposed breaking up, Xu Yan went crazy.
He rushed up, grabbed my hand, and carefully touched the blood stains on it, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"Tang Qiao, I won't break up..."
The voice was suppressed from crying, and contained a low-pitched plea.
"Give me some time, and I'll give you an explanation for this, okay?"
I curled my lips sarcastically, not sure whether I was laughing at myself or at him.
"If you don't let go, aren't you afraid that I will confirm that rumor?"
Xu Yan's back suddenly tensed up. He looked at me in disbelief and let go of his hand slumped.
