No matter how she and Fu Lingfeng were now, that was her own business—what did it have to do with him?
"Yes, I am sick," Huo Jingting sneered, not bothering to refute. "I am sick—sick to the point that I can't stand seeing you have any intimate actions with him!"
His illness had reached a critical stage, already incurable.
"Gu Nanqiao, you..."
You are mine, do you know that?
He had intended to say this, but as the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back and instead said, "Fu Lingfeng has already betrayed you, do you know that?"
Kissing a man who had betrayed her so many times—how could she stomach it?
Gu Nanqiao pushed him away, fiercely wiping her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes filled with resentment. "So what? What does it have to do with you?"
They had long since become strangers.
How she and Fu Lingfeng were was her own affair, irrelevant to him and to anyone else.