When we broke up, Jiang Chuan spent the whole night smoking cigarettes downstairs in my house.
I thought that a proud man like him should know better about retreating from difficulties.
But I didn't expect that when I went out the next day, he would hold me in his arms:
"Can you, please don't break up, Yanyan, I beg you."
After rejecting him, I left the city as if I was running away.
But many years later, when I had stomach bleeding at a cocktail party for the company, Jiang Chuan was also present.
He looked at me with indifferent eyebrows and smiled mockingly:
"Talk about cooperation? Please beg me, Lin Yan."
"Just like I begged you to do."
