Sad

Xia Yanran could not control her emotions. It was as if she was on the verge of a breakdown. The bitterness from all these days were released through her tears.

Neither of them spoke, and there was only the sounds of light and inconsistent breathing.

After some time, the man's hoarse and cold voice sounded. "If you're not going to say anything, I'm hanging up."

In the past, he was most afraid of her crying. As long as her tears fell, his heart would soften. But this time, her tears had no effect on him anymore.

Xia Yanran sniffed, her heart seemed to be grabbed tightly by an invisible hand, making her unable to breathe because of the pain.

"Xiao Yi, do you not want me anymore?"

She had never thought that she would become so pathetic and foolish in front of him.

But who could she blame?