Li Qingshen had spent the longest and most torturous night of his life.
He hadn't taken a coat with him as he walked out of the villa; the sea breeze was strong, blowing against him, yet he felt no chill.
He stood outside the villa's gate, unable to do anything. He truly had no right to interfere, simply because she didn't like him, he had no right to stop her.
The girl he had once loved now belonged to someone else.
Li Qingshen had smoked all night long.
Only when a trace of white appeared at the edge of the dawn did he regain a little bit of consciousness. He barely moved his eyes, lifted his hand, and stiffly pulled out his phone.
Not until this moment did he realize that deep down, he wasn't really generous enough to smile and wish her happiness.
He thought, if he stayed here watching her be with Su Chen, it would be a slow torture.
His heart had already been shattered into pieces, and there was no need for it to be minced by such scenes!
