"Let's break up." Xia Xingran lowered his head.
"You said you should have a good talk today just to tell me this?"
He took a step back, "So you stayed with me just for revenge, right? But now that you've succeeded, you think I'm worthless, right?" Shen Jinye sneered coldly.
"Yes." She choked.
"What about me?"
"You have always been just a tool of mine." She paused and tried to control the heat flowing in her eyes. "Now, I have succeeded and my goal has been achieved. To me, you are just a waste product in the garbage dump. It's time to recycle you."
"Congratulations, you succeeded." Shen Jinye looked at her coldly.
"Last question." He took a step forward and pushed her against the wall: "Everything during this period is deception, without any sincerity? Even a little bit..."
"No." She dug her nails into her palms, "I've never liked you."
The corridor fell into dead silence.
Shen Jinye stared at her and suddenly laughed, his self-deprecation mixed with absurdity.
"I'm a fucking joke." He raised his hand and punched the wall next to her ear.
A muffled sound echoed.
Ash fell from the wall.
His hand stopped in place, blood oozing from his knuckles. His eyes were red, but there was not a single tear.
Then, he took back his hand, turned around and left, never looking back.
Conception:.