"You have no right to control the feelings of others."
Jingwen raised her hand and grabbed his wrist, and then fiercely moved his hand away with great force. She still spoke while stressing every single word, with her aching muscles: "Meng Shaoting, you can't be too selfish, too heartless!"
"Do you think I would show mercy when dealing with a bitch like you?" He sneered, and when his eyes came in contact with the large bruise on her jaw, he finally loosened his grip a little.
"No matter how cheap I am, it's still better than you. At least, when I'm with you, I didn't mess around with other men. At least, I'm still clean from start to finish!"
Quiet And Steadfast shook off his hand and immediately took a step back. He subconsciously rubbed his lips with the back of his hand. The feeling of being touched by him was too terrible. She was afraid that she would vomit if she felt his smell!
"I don't want to have a falling out with you. I'll tell you how despicable you are. I'm only warning you, stay away from Shaoxuan!"
His eyes were stung by her actions. She ruthlessly rubbed her lips, wishing nothing more than to wipe off a layer of skin. Was she that disgusted by his touch?
He clearly remembered when they were together in the past, every time he touched her, she would melt into a puddle of water!
Quiet And Steadfast indifferently raised his eyes to look at him, before slowly looking over his shoulder towards the faraway sickbed. On top of Meng Shaoxuan, he was sound asleep and didn't know anything about what was happening here.
When Jingjing saw him, she would feel a pang in her heart. He treated her really well, really very well, to the point that she couldn't bear to burden him even a little bit, to the point where she couldn't bear to waste even a little bit of his time.
"I won't see him again. Please, don't disturb my life again." Quiet And Steadfast lowered his eyes, his hands gently clasped his palms. These past few days, she had said those words several times, but she had never said them again like this time. She was determined to not go back on her words.
Meng Shaoting let out a cold laugh, concealing a trace of discomfort that he himself did not feel as it slipped past the bottom of his heart.
"You don't have to be so sentimental."
He was so harsh that it made people's hearts palpitate!
Quiet And Steadfast didn't say anything. She only quietly raised her head and gave him a deep look.
In those eyes, there were traces of sadness and resentment, but most of all, there was only a large amount of indifference.
She turned and opened the door.
This time, she really left.
She saw Shen Manjun standing outside with a large bag in her hands. That delicate and pitiful face of hers was pitied by just looking at her, not to mention that her face was currently deathly pale, as if she had suffered some sort of shock. Drops of tears flowed down her long eyelashes, which caused her charming face to become wet …
Meng Shaoting was also shocked. When he regained his senses, he anxiously pushed Jingzhi who was in front of him away and pulled her back, "Man Jun, why are you here so late?"
"I... I was worried about you guys, so I came to take a look … Sorry Shao Ting, did I disturb you? "
She was shivering in his embrace, her terrified eyes resting uneasily on the face of Jingwen who was at the side …
Sure enough, Shao Ting could not forget about her. He did not know it, neither did Fu Jingzhi, but she could feel that in the five years they were in Los Angeles, he had always been quiet and gentle, like a pool of stagnant water. She had never seen him like this.
Man Jun's heart was suddenly filled with grief. She stuck close to Meng Shaoting's chest and when she lifted her head, she saw that his eyes were filled with a conflicted and conflicted expression as they landed on Fu Jingzhi's body without moving. She lightly pulled on his sleeve, and spoke a bit sorrowfully: "Shao Ting …"
"Are you cold? It's still snowing outside, why are you here? He seemed to memorize something, because when he faced Man Jun, these words of concern came out of his mouth without thinking. He hugged Man Jun's body, took the bag from her hands, and turned around a little stiffly. At the last moment, he couldn't help but look at her.
The only thing he could do was push open the door, and carry Man Jun into the sickroom. After that, the door was gently closed by Man Jun, and his heart seemed to have been locked outside the room all of a sudden.
She stood against the wall for a long time before she felt her senses slowly return to her. She did not turn her head, nor did she look at Meng Shaoting's expression, but instead, she lowered her head, as if a teardrop had suddenly struck the front of her clothes. But very quickly, she disappeared without a trace …
The corridors of the hospital were very long and were as bright as snow. Occasionally, there would be patients or their families passing by. There were a few sparse people sitting on the benches.
It was cold. It was cold.
The cold wind from the corridor enveloped her whole body. She subconsciously hugged her arms tightly and walked out of the corridor, down the stairs, and into the sky full of Silver equipment.
She was like the night her father had died a few years ago. She didn't know where to go, didn't know where to go.
Life gave her one joke after another, then brutally pushed her into the abyss again. She didn't even have time to prepare before she stumbled and fell.
She walked through the snow with difficulty. In her mind, she didn't see the slightest trace of Meng Shaoting, but all she could think about was Meng Shaoxuan's appearance. She had given up on his arms and legs because no one would ever love her like he did in the future.
If she lost a single strand of hair, he would feel his heart ache. If she had an angry expression, he would make her happy in a hurry. When she smiled, he was happier than she was. When she kissed his forehead, he looked at her with his bright eyes …
She had completely abandoned him.