A fashion queen

"You want to thank me? Too early! I haven't given up on Yue'er yet, which is why I don't want to see you." A sneer played on his lips, but the depths of his eyes were as cold and silent as a frozen pond. "But you can rest assured, I won't actively look for her again." Even if he did find her, what would it matter? She had already forgotten him, and no matter what he said or did, it would be futile.

He had tried to work on this relationship, but reality left him feeling incredibly painful and powerless. She couldn't remember him, and yet she was Song Yuhang's fiancée—these facts hammered at his heart like a hammer, plunging him into an endless struggle. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he could only choose to pause all action and let time heal the wounds.

"I know you're a man of your words," Song Yuhang thought to himself. Since he'd decided to sever ties with him, he had to do it thoroughly. So, without hesitation, he said, "If nothing unexpected happens, I plan to mention marriage to Xueying again tonight. I hope you'll give us your sincere blessing then."

Hearing this, Mo Yunting froze instantly. The goblet he was holding tightly in his hand seemed to lose its support and shattered. The sharp glass shards pierced his fingers, and blood flowed out, staining the white tablecloth red. His eyes widened, and he roared in anger, "Enough! I will grant your wish. I'm in a terrible mood right now. Please leave this place immediately!"

Blood was constantly flowing from his fingers, the bright and glaring color seemed to mock his stupidity and powerlessness. But at this moment, the pain he endured in his heart was a thousand times greater than the injury on his hand!

Song Yuhang had never dreamed that his reaction would be so intense. At that moment, he realized that this relationship was still a tangled and difficult-to-solve love triangle. He stared at Mo Yunting silently, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

To prevent further damage to their relationship and their precious friendship, he had no choice but to turn away, heartbroken. Seeing Mo Yunting in such agony weighed heavily on his heart. However, for Xueying, the only woman who had ever touched his heart, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to Mo Yunting's suffering.

After all, if people don’t plan for themselves, it will be against the will of heaven!

After Song Yuhang left, Mo Yunting began to drink like crazy. "Hehehe..." He suddenly burst into laughter, but the laughter was more miserable and piercing than crying.

It is said that drinking can relieve a thousand sorrows, but this statement does not seem to apply to him, because the more he drinks, the clearer his mind becomes. Any scene he sees makes him so heartbroken that he can hardly breathe.

If only he hadn't loved Yue'er so deeply! That way, he could have freely wished her and Yuhang happiness. However, the reality was cruel; he simply couldn't do that. After all, his love for Yue'er was deep in his bones.

This deep affection caused him to lose himself, his happiness, and even the value and meaning of life. Now, he spends every day either buried in work or continuing to work. He has long forgotten how to smile, and his facial expression has become so stiff that everyone who sees him will stay away from him, and no one will mention the name "Yue'er" in his presence.

Is he destined to live in this muddled, soul-destroying state forever? The answer must be yes! Unless he can completely expel the image of Yue'er from the depths of his heart, he might remain mired in pain and unable to extricate himself.