"You still want me but you don't love me," Long Jinjing said, a sad smile on her face.
Lu Zihao didn't reply.
His silence was enough to prove that she was right. Her sad smile turned bitter. Tears filled her eyes but she fought them back. She didn't want to become a hot, sobbing mess in front of him again like what happened during their final days as a couple.
Besides, even though his silent admission meant that he didn't reciprocate her love for him and it was breaking her heart into another million pieces, she didn't want him to misunderstand her as the kind of woman who would use her tears to beg for a man's love and for him to stay with her. That would be too pathetic.
