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The air was quiet, leaving only the pale ceiling lamp shining on everyone, like a layer of frost.

Song Weiyu slowly lowered his arm, his palms turned red, and the power of his pulse amplified infinitely in his hot palms.

She looked deeply at Fu Haitang, but her eyes were calm.

Li He took a few steps back and walked out of the tense battlefield between the three men. The eyes that stared at her, such a harsh slap fell, showed no trace of anger and were completely cold. Like a frozen lake, it has been planned for a long time.

"Hit me again. Song Weiyu, this is your second time because he hit me."

The voice was suppressed to the point of trembling.

Fu Haitang's face was tilted slightly after being beaten, and the tip of her tongue scraped the inner wall of his cheek, tasting the wounds she had brought to him with her own hands.

He turned around and looked at her.

The hanging hair fell on the ends of the upturned eyes, but it could not hide the desolation in his eyes.

He looked at her like a terminally ill patient abandoned by the world.

"Song Weiyu, when I scolded him a few words, you felt distressed and wanted to hit me. What about me? I watched him kiss you and hug you with my own eyes. He even had sex with you. Should I kill him? Kill him!"

The volume grew higher and higher, like a double bass, and the harsh but sad sound echoed in the elevator.

Song Weiyu's eyes flickered, and he was still asking for more details. Could it be that such a harsh slap hadn't broken his heart?

Why is he so stubborn!

There was already a huge wave in her heart, and her internal organs were all mixed together, causing pain in various ways.

The voice that came out was so calm and smooth that it felt like I had memorized it ten thousand times in advance:

"Fu Haitang, Chen Fang is not a mistress. You know, I have loved him for more than 20 years, and he is more important than my life. If he is a mistress, then who are you? In my heart..."

Her voice was uncontrollably ready to tremble and choke, so she had to pause first.

He pinched his palms hard, swallowed hard the boulder in his throat, and then said sarcastically:

"In my heart, you are far behind him."

Fu Haitang's deep brows knitted together, and the light in his eyes disappeared little by little. Chen Fang is more important than her life, so she would rather die than stay with him.

Chen Fang is right, she knows better than anyone how difficult this road is.

But he still insisted on walking with him.

It was a love that transcended life, a love that Fu Haitang could never pray for in his life.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

In the silent elevator room, there was only the sound of a few people breathing, floating back and forth cautiously.

But he seemed to hear a faint crackling sound coming from his heart, spreading bit by bit, and eventually turned into tens of thousands of cracks.

"Song Weiyu, do you have any intention?"

"Yes, and it was all given to Chen Fang."

Fu Haitang listened to her gentle tone, like a calm stream.

But the calmer she became, the more suffocated he became.

He held the cracked heart under his ribs with both hands, and did not dare to speak loudly, for fear that the sound waves would immediately shatter it.

"You... clearly said before that you love me too. You said, you said you couldn't let go of him in your heart, but you also said that you have me in your heart. You... clearly said that."

Song Weiyu had never heard such messy and incoherent words from Fu Haitang, and he was so hoarse that every word seemed to be squeezed out of his chest.

He was like a man abandoned by the world, at a loss and cautious, trying to get an answer from her.

The humble voice was like poison, purposefully seeping through her pores, and the blood all over her body stagnated.

I want to clench my hands tightly, like every time I was flustered before, I pinched my palms with my nails to stay rational.

But not this time, he knows her too well, if he sees her.

Then all the previous efforts will be wasted.

She bit the flesh on the inside of her lower lip and looked at Fu Haitang indifferently. Sure enough, this stubborn man was staring at her hand.

With a cold scoff, under his eyes with the last glimmer of hope, he stretched out his hand and intertwined his fingers with Chen Fang.

She handed her warm palm to Chen Fang and told Fu Haitang what Han Bing said: "Before, I always thought that I loved you too. It wasn't until Chen Fang left that I realized belatedly..."

Her voice trembled uncontrollably, and she had to pause and stabilize her voice before continuing.

"I discovered that I don't love you at all."

Her hands tightened, and Chen Fang's bones were as hard as a torture instrument, causing her pain.

She just wanted some pain. The more pain she felt, the more awake she became.

Facing Fu Haitang's dim eyes, he then struck at his stubborn heart: "Director Fu must have noticed that since he left, I have tortured myself to the point of death every day, just because..."

In just a few words, she paused again and again.

I endured it again and again before pretending to be magnanimous.

"...Because I have been dull for 20 years, and it was not until he really left me now that I realized how much I loved him. I loved him so much that I was willing to give up everything, just to keep him safe."

The sound was firm and powerful, like the bell they went to the temple to worship Buddha on the first day of every year.

Every word that came out of her mouth was like a bell hitting Fu Haitang's chest.

The heart that he held carefully, which was already covered with thousands of cracks, was, without any surprise, shattered to the ground.

He gave up completely.