She refused to believe that everything was as she saw it. He had never loved or remembered it.
"Leena, just stop. I can protect you for the rest of your life and not lock you up in prison. I can really protect you. This is my last promise to you."
Ji Ziming's eyes were cold as he looked at Liu Lina as if she was a piece of art on the desk.
"Stop? You make it sound so simple, as if it's fine to clean up the broken cup and throw it into the trash can. But have you thought about the cup? Have you ever thought about how that cup would feel? Was it in pain or despair? Was it uncomfortable or depressed? You're the high and mighty CEO Ji, so why would you care about other people's feelings?"
Liu Lina laughed at herself as she sat on the sofa opposite the man's office table. The pain and despair in her eyes mixed with the herbal soup's fragrance and made his eyes wet.
"I ..."
