He recalled their conversation last night. The confession, the proposal, the hugs and kisses—they all appeared like a joke to Huo Chen by then.
No point for him to do more since she chose not to trust him eventually.
The man could no longer find a reason to war for.
Huo Chen felt it was probably the first ever time he got so hopeless.
His hand lethargically reached for the shirt on the floor and tossed the cigarette butt onto the floor. He walked past Yang Yi and stormed out of the room as his feet ruthlessly stepped upon the ignited cigarette. It was as if he was numbed by despair. The piercing and heating pain did not get him as he headed straight down the stairs outside.