Tong Ruoxin's fragile body shivered in the night breeze, and she couldn't help but cough a couple of times.
Michelle immediately took off his trench coat and draped it over her shoulders.
But just as his fingers were about to touch her shoulder, she dodged him.
"It's getting late, I should go back."
She turned around to leave, but Michelle grabbed her arm, his eyes full of regret and pain.
"It's been more than twenty years, and you still refuse to forgive me?"
Tong Ruoxin looked at Michelle with an indifferent gaze, as if looking at a stranger, filling one with despair: "There's no question of forgiving or not forgiving. I don't love you, nor do I hate you. I just don't want to be involved with you anymore."
After a pause, she looked down at the large hand clenching her wrist, coldly saying, "Duke Michelle, please address me as Mrs. Aberji in the future, and please do not bother me anymore, so as to avoid causing gossip."
