"Lou Ming, can you stop this? The reason I came here today isn't because I still have feelings for you, but because Shell told me that if I didn't come, Gu Xiao would have someone bind me and bring me here. So I came for the last time to clarify things with you."
Lou Ming's heart felt like it had sunk into the deep sea.
He moved his lips, his voice very soft and trembling inexplicably: "Do you truly not care about me at all?"
Ouyang Xiaojun responded coldly: "Why should I care about a man who tortures and tramples on me?"
Lou Ming froze.
There was a fruit platter on the coffee table in front of them, with a small, lightweight fruit knife in it.
Suddenly, he picked it up, "In that case, I suppose you wouldn't care about whether I live or die."
The light reflected off the blade, casting a cold shine that mirrored in Lou Ming's eyes like a pool of ice.
Ouyang Xiaojun was shocked: "Lou Ming, are you mad?"
