"I...I didn't think too much about it at that time," Lin Qinghuan said in a hoarse voice.
Was that stab suffered in vain?
A look of desolation flickered in Lin Qinghuan's eyes. When one person doesn't love another, might they be completely indifferent even when the other person dies before them?
It was like her friend in America, who committed suicide for love.
But the man only sneered and cursed her stupidity and the trouble she had caused him. His words seemed almost to wish she could die all over again.
At this moment, Lin Qinghuan really didn't want to talk to the two people in front of her.
Even though one of them was the much-longed-for Qin Yize.
But because Gu Qiaoqiao was there, she really didn't want to see either of them anymore.
So, she covered her forehead and furrowed her brow.
Then Mrs. Lin came over with three cups of fruit juice. Seeing her daughter like this, she quickly approached with concern and asked, "Qinghuan, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
