Looking at Ding Chen Tai injured like this, Meng Jingyi's heart remained unusually calm. She pointed towards the door and spoke to Ding Chen Tai with cold indifference, "Leave, leave here immediately, I don't want to see you."
Ding Chen Tai examined the young girl in front of him; the more he looked, the more he realized how much she resembled Meng Jingyi. Perhaps it was precisely because of this reason that Xiao Heng kept her by his side. This man must be mad just like him. No, he is much more rational, at least he didn't take another woman as her.
Nor did he seek substitutes out of nostalgia and guilt.
Meng Jingyi saw Ding Chen Tai still standing there motionless, her expression growing colder, "Still not leaving?"
For some reason, in the eyes of the girl before him, Ding Chen Tai saw a trace of resentment. That look was eerily similar to Meng Jingyi's when she was alive, making him momentarily dazed, as if he saw that woman he was so familiar with again.
