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Yu Shaochen's narrow eyes narrowed slightly: "Song Yunni, after following me for these years, you have really grown up. Unfortunately, you are still naive. If I didn't want to let you go, would you have left?" Xie Mei's face was full of sneers. She had always known his cruelty. "Don't force me to use substandard means to deal with you, Yunni. Don't use your little cleverness in the wrong place."
Shao Mingyang held her shoulders, being domineering and unavoidable. "Yunni, I'm angry too. I'm angry that I didn't meet you a few years earlier. You know I've always been conceited, but I can't deal with the past. So sometimes I'm upset and can't help but feel confused. But I've always been very clear about what's most important." His dark and bright eyes like obsidian locked her tightly, and he said clearly: "I want your future."
He went to take her hand, but she didn't resist, but her palm was cold and filled with deep tiredness. She said: "Mo Qiao, let's break up." He didn't speak for a long time, as if he was stuck in some memory, and suddenly laughed, "Yun Ni, do you know how I fell in love with you? It was the first time you called my name, 'Mo Qiao, Mo Qiao', with a soft tone but a cool texture. No one has ever called my name so nicely..."