"But Fu Yinxiu, a person's tolerance has its limits. No matter how strong I am, I'm not made of iron and steel. Do you know? Because of you, I've had several moments when I thought it would be better to just die and end the pain. You know I'm strong, but you've pushed me to the point where I really want to die!"
"I don't even know how much longer I can hold on. If you keep pushing me, I truly don't know when I'll reach the breaking point. I think by then, you'd probably be happy!"
Fu Yinxiu watched her in silence. After a long while, he said, "Do you really dislike seeing me that much?"
"Yes!" Ming Yutong said without hesitation. "If it weren't for Jingshi, I'd never want to have anything to do with you for the rest of my life!"
Fu Yinxiu unknowingly released her wrist.
Had she thought the same way back then?
Was that why she left?
What did he do wrong back then?
Was his temper too bad, too selfish, and not caring enough about her?
In fact, he always thought he had treated her well.
Compared to before, he had made many changes for her. He took their relationship seriously and wanted it to last, but he had neglected his own attitude.
In reality, he was also a novice in love.
Compared to a normal romantic relationship, his approach was indeed lacking.
He always looked down on her, treating her like a child.
His temper wasn't good enough, he wasn't considerate enough, and he often made her cry.
So, was that why she wanted to leave him?
Was it because she had had enough of his attitude, which made her choose to leave?
If so, then why not clear things up face to face?
He could change if he knew what she was unhappy about!
Why did she have to leave without a word, leaving no room for compromise?
So resolute.
If they hadn't met in B City, if he hadn't found her, they would never have met again in their lives.
Was she really that heartless?
What terrible mistake had he made to make her act so decisively?
Fu Yinxiu's gaze was very complex, filled with many emotions.
Confusion, anger, and an inability to let go.
Ming Yutong didn't understand.
She didn't have time to think much. She pushed Fu Yinxiu away and stumbled into her own car, almost crawling in.
With trembling fingers, she took out the car key, started the engine, and drove off quickly.
Fu Yinxiu remained sitting in the back seat, unmoving.
He hadn't intended to let Ming Yutong off easily.
He didn't want to push her to death, but he didn't want to let her have an easy time either.
He just wanted to torment her.
But in the end, the tormenting hurt her and hurt him as well.
Every time he saw her, he thought of her leaving before, which made him extremely angry.
But when he saw her suffering, in pain, even crying, he softened, felt heartache, but at the same time, he also felt anger towards himself.
Fu Yinxiu bitterly and self-mockingly laughed.
In the end, he was tormented and suffered as well.
He could no longer deceive himself; he still loved her.
Even though he was so angry and wanted her to suffer, it was because he loved her.
So, when he saw her getting close to other men, he became angry.
He couldn't help but speak sarcastically.
The nonsense he said was all because of jealousy.
He was jealous of those men.
He was angry that she so easily moved on and found solace in someone else's arms.
He hated that he alone still held onto the past emotions and couldn't forget.
Only he cared, while she had long since moved on.
He was crazed with jealousy, so he tried every means to separate her from any man who was interested in her or whom she was interested in.
Just thinking about her being in another man's arms, kissing, touching, doing many more intimate things drove him mad with jealousy.
He wished he could kill those men.
But the person he hated the most, he couldn't bring himself to harm.
Even though he was unwilling to admit it before, now he couldn't avoid it.
He still loved her.
Everything he did, all the anger, disdain, and sarcasm, was because he still loved her.
Fu Yinxiu buried his face in his hands. He was truly pathetic.
Clearly dumped, yet shamelessly chasing after her.
Under the pretense of revenge, it was actually just that he couldn't let go.
And now, every time Ming Yutong was touched by him, she felt disgusted and wanted to vomit.
She hated him that much!
Yet he still couldn't let go.
"Ha!" Fu Yinxiu bitterly laughed at himself. He, Fu Yinxiu, actually had such a pathetic day.
He could pick it up but couldn't let it go.
His heart was swayed and affected by one woman, unable to be as calm as before.
But thinking about Ming Yutong's reaction to him.
Fu Yinxiu clenched his fist and slammed it hard against the chair in front of him.
***
Ming Yutong drove a certain distance before finding a spot to pull over by the roadside.
Unconsciously, she had cried silently, her face drenched with tears.
Tears kept streaming down, and her eyes were covered with a thick layer of tears, obscuring her vision.
Ming Yutong had to stop the car.
She couldn't see through the tears and couldn't drive anymore.
She leaned over the steering wheel, unable to help but cry out loud.
"Fu Yinxiu, what do you want me to do? What exactly do you want from me? Wuwuwuwu… when will you let me go…"
Even wanting to hold onto the beautiful memories of the past, was that not allowed?