Tang Song smiled coldly. "If you want to die, then die."
Tang Song shook off Zi Yan and turned to leave.
Zi Yan cried until she broke down. She reached out as if she wanted to grab Tang Song, but she could only watch him walk away. It was as if she would never be able to touch him again.
He had given her hope and then taken it with him.
He didn't want her or the baby she was carrying. He said she was filthy.
Zi Yan started to cry. Her heart was dead, and the thought of committing suicide was accumulating in her. She walked out of the room to the washstand and wiped her face with a handkerchief.
She sat back down on the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. Tears streamed down her face. She had lived a bumpy life and didn't want to continue living it anymore.
In her next life, she would choose to be an ordinary woman, clean and chaste.