Jia Xiaoling held Song Chubai's hand, with tears on her face, and knelt at his feet and prayed: If you leave, I will definitely forget you, hate you, and miss you, just like I have never known you. Song Chubai paused in her footsteps, and her forbearing voice broke her last hope: Yes.
Jia Xiaoling: You are like a beggar now, begging for mercy in front of me, hoping that I can look at you one more time. Seeing the drastic change in Jiang Yichen's face, Jia Xiaoling felt the pleasure of revenge, and then said, "It's a pity that you are nothing in my eyes." Already prepared to be beaten, Jiang Yichen raised and lowered his hand, and took a deep look at Jia Xiaoling, as if he wanted to remember her look in his heart: From now on, you will be nothing to me...