"Smack!"
Yan Xinxin threw the small medical kit in her hand down by his feet.
She didn't look at him, and turned around as soon as she finished.
Mo Chuxi endured the pain spreading in his chest and reached out to grab Yan Xinxin's hand, but just as he touched her, she flung it away.
"Don't touch me again!"
Yan Xinxin coldly rejected him with a warning, the wounds in her heart spreading inch by inch, dripping with blood.
Mo Chuxi ignored his injury and suddenly got up.
"Yan Xinxin, you promised me that no matter what happens in the future, you wouldn't leave me."
Hearing his words, tears welled up in the corners of Yan Xinxin's eyes as she turned back to him with a sarcastic smile.
"Yes, I did promise, but I made that promise to a man I believed was worthy of entrusting my life to, not to you—a hypocrite hiding behind a polished facade!"
Her sharp words were like an invisible sword piercing straight through his chest.
