Ruan Yang faced the window and continued: "I came across a story of a lame person. He was using a walking stick and no matter where he went, he would use the stick. The doctor told him he had recovered but he didn't believe it. It wasn't until one day when he lost his walking stick that he tried to take a few steps and at first, it hurt a little bit, but after a few more steps, it didn't hurt anymore. After that, he found his walking stick again but the lame person didn't need it anymore. To me, you are just like that walking stick."
Xin Ziao was in a lot of pain as though there was a fire burning in his chest. He scoffed. "What you mean is that I'm the reason why you've been in so much pain all these years? Ruan Yang, don't you think you're too much? You dismissed our relationship and everything I've done for you with one word."