A fashion queen

Song Yuhang's eyes suddenly flashed with an unconcealable pain and sorrow. His lips trembled slightly as he whispered softly, "I'm sorry. I know I'm no longer worthy of appearing before your eyes, but seeing you like this, I can't find peace in my heart."

In response to Song Yuhang's words, Cui Xueying did not show the slightest emotion. Instead, she responded in an extremely sharp and cold tone: "I don't need your hypocrisy. Please let go of your hands immediately!" Even though she was in poor condition and extremely uncomfortable, she was unwilling to have any physical intimacy with this man again.

Song Yuhang didn't get angry or back down because of Cui Xueying's rebuke. He stood firm and slowly loosened his grip on her arms. However, his newly freed hands seemed to have lost their home, waving wildly in the air before finally landing gently beside Cui Xueying, carefully supporting her, as if worried she would fall at any moment.

"I'm sorry, why isn't Mo Yunting by your side? Doesn't he know anything about all this?" Song Yuhang continued to ask, his tone revealing a hint of concern.

Hearing this, Cui Xueying's face instantly became extremely gloomy. She glared at Song Yuhang fiercely, then turned around without hesitation and ignored his existence.

Cui Xueying walked past him, her steps steady and powerful, seemingly filled with determination and resolve. Each step felt like a break from bondage, an escape from the suffocating, oppressive land. Each step felt heavy, as if carrying a thousand-pound burden, imbued with boundless pain and unwavering resolve.

"Xueying? Am I so unbearable in your heart that even seeing me causes you such unbearable pain?" Song Yuhang stared at Cui Xueying's resolute departure, her face devoid of any lingering feelings, his heart aching with unbearable pain. He knew full well that his past mistakes had brought her indelible pain, but now he was filled with deep regret.

"Xueying, I really know I was wrong. Please give me a chance! Let me make up for the harm I caused you. After losing you, I have been immersed in endless self-blame and regret every day. Looking back on the past, in order to have you for myself, I hurt you by any means, and even broke up with my former friend who was as close as a brother. However, in the end, it was all in vain, and I ended up losing everything." Song Yuhang expressed his inner torment and pain in tears, with a glint of despair in his eyes.

He pleaded bitterly: "Tell me, how can I win your forgiveness? No matter what the cost, even if it means my life, I will not hesitate! I only ask you to forgive me and accept me again..." His words were full of sincerity and sadness, which moved people. But Cui Xueying did not stop, and continued to walk away without looking back, leaving Song Yuhang's lonely and desolate figure standing there, feeling sad.

"Xue Ying, has your hatred for me reached this point? Do you find it unbearable to even talk to me?" Song Yuhang stared at her back as she walked away, and a firm idea quietly emerged in his heart: no matter what, he must find out the vicious woman who set up a trap to frame him, and make her suffer from being torn to pieces and being doomed!

If it weren't for that treacherous, cunning, and immoral villain, how could he have fallen into such a miserable state? Whenever he thought of this, he was filled with indignation, his rage erupting like a volcano, uncontrollable. He clenched his fists, concentrated all his strength into a single point, and then struck the incredibly solid wall with all his might. It seemed that only by doing this could he alleviate the pain that surged like a raging sea within him.

After venting all his anger and resentment, Song Yuhang leaned against the cold wall like a punctured and deflated ball, lifeless. He still didn't feel the sharp pain in his hand from slamming against the wall.

Song Yuhang slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with deep regret and self-blame, and he looked straight in the direction where Cui Xueying had turned and left not long ago. He secretly swore in his heart: No matter whether Xueying could forgive the mistakes he had made in the future, he would protect her at any cost, even if he would never have the chance to meet her again in this life, he would be willing to do so and would never regret it.