Watching Tang Wanjun leave without a trace of hesitation, Qing Er couldn't hold it in any longer; tears streamed down her cheeks.
He walked away so confidently, what exactly gave him this courage?
Is it possible that the child he once begged me so desperately to keep, in his eyes, amounts to nothing more than this?
Qing Er felt that Tang Wanjun must be the coldest, most heartless person in the world.
If that's the case, then let's go our separate ways!
Tang Wanjun, without you, I will definitely live a better life, and my... child.
I will certainly live well with my child, live my life to the fullest, just you... don't regret it.
Tang Wanjun walked briskly, and as he passed by Ye Que and Chi Zaozao, it was as if he was afraid they'd scold him, so he didn't even greet them before jumping into his car and driving away.
His departure was so straightforward, so carefree, with not a trace of nostalgia, like a breeze dissipating into the sky.
