In a very rude manner, she took off the engagement ring on her finger and placed it in front of him. She then threw her money on the table and stood up.
Guan Yijuan was unwilling to accept such an outcome. Just as she turned to leave, he immediately held her back.
"Little Kuang, is there a need to break up over such a small matter?"
Kuang Meiyun lowered her head and looked at the hand that was holding her tightly.
She had thought that she could hold hands with this pair of hands for the rest of her life, but now it seemed that she could not.
Her gaze slowly wandered. She looked up and met his anxious gaze. A few traces of self-mockery curled up on the corners of her lips.
"Do you really not care about those photos?"
"I believe you're not that kind of person. There must be a reason for this."
This trust was quite gratifying. However, she suddenly felt that she was not very suitable for him…
