Love has always been about first come, first served; who told her she was so many years late?
"I'm really thankful to you," Xun Ruliu said softly, "you even came over to pick me up just to make me sad."
Lun You's eyes slowly fell.
He wasn't as good as she said.
He was just indecisive.
He couldn't bear to hurt her, yet he couldn't let go of Liu Mingxing either; he was not as decisive as Xun Ruliu.
"I know you like her more," Xun Ruliu whispered, a tear falling onto the back of her hand with a plop. She lifted her hand and frantically wiped it, but more tears fell.
"You should be with her. I will take the child and it will not be related to you in the future; you can rest assured."
Lun You looked at her tears falling continuously, his fingers slowly clenched, listening to her words, he closed his eyes slightly, bitter and uncomfortable in his heart.
Now that the conversation had reached this point, what else could he say?
