"I can't do this… I shouldn't do this… Tell me, who can? Xu Zhiye?"
"Xia Weiyi, you've actually gone to him already, so why come back? Why don't you scram to the Xu Family, enjoy your glory and wealth, and leave us alone? Did you come back to see my company go bankrupt, the Ye Family collapse? Do you feel accomplished?"
Ye Che screamed with all his might, but he felt as if he was using his last bit of strength to struggle, to roar.
In the end, looking at Xia Weiyi standing by the wall, silent and tearful, he felt truly exhausted.
He leaned against the cold wall, deflated like a punctured ball, slumped powerlessly onto the ground, his palm pressing onto the floor, where the shards of the broken vase viciously pierced into his flesh, bleeding profusely.
Xia Weiyi couldn't help but run to Ye Che's side, squatting down to check his wounds, but the moment she touched his arm, Ye Che suddenly pushed her away.
