Qin Chuan glared at Mo Shiyun before he threw her onto the ground.
As Mo Shiyun was already injured from her attempted suicide, after being thrown onto the floor, she couldn't even get up.
"Qin Chuan, don't be angry… I just love you… I just love you a lot..."
"Mo Shiyun, from today onwards, everything about you has nothing to do with me. I won't care about you anymore."
To this day, even though Qin Chuan did not love Mo Shiyun anymore, he would still take care of her life. He would give her money and arrange a place for her to live.
After all, he once loved her.
And now, she destroyed even this last bit of love.
When Mo Shiyun heard this, she hurriedly crawled to Qin Chuan's feet and attempted to cling onto his legs. Then, she started begging: "Qin Chuan, didn't we get along fine in the past two years? At that time we all thought Jian Yiling had died. Even though you were a little sad, the days went on. We had our happy moments."
