Cheng Ziyang looked at Dong Xin Yan calmly, his tone also very calm, "So, you don't need to blame yourself, nor do you need to say these things."
The calmer Cheng Ziyang was, the more considerate he was, the more Dong Xin Yan's inner sadness, guilt, and heartache surged like a tide, fiercely engulfing and gnawing at her.
"Ziyang..."
Before she could speak, Cheng Ziyang interrupted her directly, "You don't look well, go back and rest. I'm fine, and besides..."
Cheng Ziyang seemed to clench his hand tightly, paused for a second, then continued, "The engagement between us is off, and we've broken up. Now, we're just strangers. As strangers... I think we don't need to meet again, so don't come anymore."
Cheng Ziyang's words exploded like bombs in Dong Xin Yan's ears, her eyes widened in shock, and both her ears buzzed incessantly.
She never expected that Cheng Ziyang would say such words to her.
No need to meet again? Don't come anymore?
