When We Broke Up, a Sky-Dropped Barrage Told Me to Take the Money and Run

The feel of banknotes scraping across the cement was like a silent sneer. She was tired of it. The words "let's break up" hung over my throat like a blunt knife, where I habitually performed my devotion. Humble pleas to stay were nearly spilling out, just like every time she demanded emotional support in the past. But this time, the ghostly words at the edge of my vision stopped me: [Lin Wan is serious this time] [There's someone else in her heart] [This is the last time they'll meet]. The sweet talk on my tongue froze instantly, and even my breathing grew labored. I stayed silent, but my pinky seemed to have a will of its own, precisely hooking up the thing by my feet...