Upon hearing ye Linlang’s words, Jiang Qiran’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He pursed his lips, almost suspecting that he had heard wrongly.
“Linlang, are you playing truth or dare with someone else? Or are you joking? This joke isn’t funny at all.”
Jiang Qiran’s voice was still as beautiful as a cello, and there was even a hint of indulgence and helplessness in it. However, Ye Linlang heard it as if it was stuck in her throat.
She only felt that something was gradually breaking and could never be found again.
..
Ye Linlang looked at the gradually setting sun outside the window. It was as if her heart was also like the setting sun, constantly falling towards the horizon.
“Jiang Qiran, I’m not joking with you. I said, after being separated for a few days, I’ve thought it through. I want to break up with you.”
Finally, she heard herself speak. Her tone was calm, as if she was very calm.
