Passing the Buck
Seeing him so heartbroken that he was about to run out.
Chu Beixuan immediately made a move, grabbing him. "Really, don't overthink it. What happened in the evening was a misunderstanding."
"Catherine thought our people were Shen Wuxiao's men, so she attacked. She came to save us!"
"She did it for me!"
Chu Beixuan's thoughts were very straightforward; he had not taken them in a crooked direction.
He had not realized at all that Hua Shengwei had broken down because he was jealous.
He still thought it was because of the arm-chopping.
"???" Hua Shengjie was still frozen, staring in complete confusion.
Hua Shengwei cried, "Let go of me. Since you love her, go find her. You don't need to care whether I live or die. I deserve this!"
He struggled, his heart aching terribly.
He had cast his infatuation into an empty dream, his tears turning into cold stars that fell across the night sky.
Blue thin, mushrooms!
"A Wei!" Chu Beixuan shouted.
"A Wei is already dead!" Hua Shengwei shook him off and ran away crying.
If he had truly cherished him, if he had hugged him just now and kissed him, he would not have hurt this badly.
He sprinted wildly, the wind howling past his ears, yet it could not drown out the heart-rending sobs within him.
His crying grew louder and louder.
He charged into the darkness.
When he reached an open patch of ground, he covered his mouth and slowly crouched down.
He really had the air of a television drama's heroine.
In the end, he fell to both knees, utterly shattered.
"Ah!!! No!!!"
After breaking down for quite a while, he calmed down.
Gazing at the desolate night, tears blurred his eyes.
"A Wei loves Beixuan deeply; like water gone