Wonderful Beauty

"Without me, you are nothing." When Jiang Chen said these words, his voice was not loud, but every word was like a poisoned needle, accurately piercing Fang Fang's eardrum. They stood at the door of Fang Fang's old apartment, which was less than 40 square meters. The voice-activated light in the corridor turned on because of the dispute just now. It was flickering at the moment, making Jiang Chen's figure flicker in and out, just like her self-esteem that was wavering at the moment. Fang Fang did not refute. She just raised her eyes slightly, her eyes as calm as a deep pool, and calmly passed over Jiang Chen's handsome but impatient face, the six-figure watch in his hand, his tailor-made suit, and finally fell back on the tiny traces of paint between her fingers that could not be completely washed away.