Yao Jiamu lifted his head slowly, his eyes a bottomless black pool that looked like it could pierce through your heart. "You really want to break up?"
"Why did you think I came for today?" The girl said, taking a step back. It was undeniable that she held a dose of fear toward Yao Jiamu, his name was something akin to a legend in Third High, and it was quite a glorious time to have been his girlfriend.
When Yao Jiamu had not looked for her for a while, she had gone clubbing with her friends, and had met Young Master Wang. Young Master Wang was handsome as well as rich, generous in his spending, and she was fascinated by him. Since then, her horizons had expanded a lot.
Compared to Young Master Wang, Yao Jiamu was simply too ordinary, to the point that she didn't want to look at him anymore.