"You want to leave?" The plain voice was mixed with vibrato, "Why didn't you tell me."
She raised her eyebrows and looked at him with disdain in her eyes: "What's the use of telling you? Will you accompany me?" There was some provocation in her tone, "You can't live without this."
"What if I said I would?" Came a low voice, with helplessness.
She sneered, saying something mean that she had never said before, but now she said it to the person she cared about the most: "No, there is someone better than you, you are just my stepping stone." His voice was soft, with the meaning of pleading: "Yi Ran, this is not your sincerity, is it?"
"Lin Ziqian, you don't understand me."
His hands were clenched tightly, with veins popping out, and Qingjun's face was also a little ferocious: "Haha! I don't know you! We have known each other for six years..." The voice gradually weakened, and the ferociousness turned into dejection, "I understand."
When he turned around, the girl behind him had tears falling drop by drop, and all she could see was his back.