"Are you okay?" Jiang Jinyu looked at Qin Yin, not responding to her words, only asking her with concern.
"I'm fine, really." Qin Yin stood up from her chair, stubbornly saying, and even pulled off a smile, though it looked worse than crying.
"If you want to cry, just let it out." Jiang Jinyu reached out and pulled her into his arms. For the first time, Qin Yin didn't reject him; instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and started to cry in his embrace, saying through her tears, "Is it him being ruthless or me? Are we really so ill-fated? Every time he comes near me, he gets hurt, and it's the same for me. Whenever I meet him, I get heartbroken."
"This time, we're really at the end. We won't have any more connections."
Qin Yin cried like a child, truly in tears and mucus.
Jiang Jinyu stood there, letting her wipe her tears and mucus all over his expensive suit.
He held her shoulder and took a few steps forward, raising his hand to hail a taxi.
