"Han Yifan, what makes you think that others should revolve around you, guide you when you're lost, or wake you up with harsh words when you're struggling and directionless? What gives you that right?"
As Qin Yuji spoke, her eyes grew cold.
"Yuji, I..."
Han Yifan opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.
"Han Yifan, I've said it before, when we meet again, we are just strangers. Your life has nothing to do with me, so however much you want to suffer or be confused, that's your business. Please don't disturb my life."
After speaking coldly, Qin Yuji turned to leave. Han Yifan had just stepped forward to catch up when her words "your life has nothing to do with me" echoed in his ears, and suddenly, he felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.
In a daze, he reached the garage, sat blankly in the car, and turned on the music. Amidst the chaotic music, Han Yifan lay back in the seat.
Han Yifan suddenly realized that his past life seemed like a joke.
