She struggled to lift her head, her neck as slender as a swan's turning crimson, she gasped sharply, suddenly lowering her head again. Although her face was extremely restrained, her voice was as calm as water, "But I don't love you anymore, Rong Sinan. Rong Sinan, I'm getting married."
Rong Sinan's arms tightened around Tang Yige with a sudden jolt.
Tang Yige felt his trembling body, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, her hands gripping tightly onto the shirt on his back, "Rong Sinan, I really am getting married. Let's just end this once and for all. Okay?"
"Married?"
Rong Sinan repeated hoarsely into Tang Yige's ear.
"Yes, I'm getting married."
Ah...
As soon as Tang Yige finished speaking, her body was swiftly turned around, her back hitting the side of the wardrobe, painfully.
Her shoulder was clamped down, his hand like steel claws, forcefully as if it could pierce into her shoulder bones.
