Each word from Tong Yao's mouth was like a thorn, cruelly stabbing into Tan Jincheng's heart.
She indeed knew how to torment him in the most painful way.
He remained silent, but his stiff body said it all.
Tong Yao laughed and said, "It's all in the past now, I'm not afraid anymore, I'm not sad anymore, why are you still sad?"
Tan Jincheng still didn't say a word.
Tong Yao continued to laugh, placing her hand over his left chest, right where the heart is, "Ah Cheng, even though you say nothing, I know you're hurting here, right? You don't really need to be sad for me. Your sadness makes me uncomfortable too. I don't want you to be so sad."
