Looking at Duan Yanran crying nonstop, Ling Tianyu didn't know what to say. He tipped his head back, downing the cola in a single gulp. Eight years, he had lived there for eight years, and he had already become somewhat cut off from the outside world.
Especially after finding out what Qin Tianyi had done, his belief in love had all but vanished.
Indeed, asking a woman to wait for eight years was certainly unfair, but at least she could have told him if she wanted to break up. Ling Tianyu wasn't someone who couldn't let go, but Qin Tianyi's betrayal had hurt him too deeply.
When he saw everything in the room, he was unable to react. From that moment on, his feelings for women had all but disappeared. He was just keeping a promise, that was all.
As for Duan Yanran, he genuinely didn't know if he had any feelings for her.
Shen Mengxi, Hua Feifei, Xia Qingyi—such beauties he had seen, and yet he only gave them a glance, never harboring any improper thoughts.