"Yiran..." Zhao Zilong came over to Meng Yiran. Although she had left, she had not gone far and had been watching Zhao Zilong's side the whole time.
"It's okay, Zi Long. If she doesn't like you, that's her loss." Meng Yiran was delighted to hear this. She stepped forward and gave him a big hug, then softly asked, "Will you still go looking for her in the future?"
"I won't." Zhao Zilong looked at Meng Yiran firmly. Hearing his answer, she nodded gently and then leaned into his embrace.
"Let's go back!"
On the other side, Ning Rongrong had cried in Oscar's arms for a long time. She finally looked up at him, disgust flashing through her eyes. She shoved him away, immediately stood up, and demanded, "Where's Zi Long? Where did he go?"
"Ning Rongrong..." Oscar watched as Ning Rongrong ruthlessly pushed him away. Seeing the disgust and anger in her eyes, he felt somewhat wronged and said quietly, "He's already left."
"He left?" At those words, a cold glint flashed through Ning Rongrong's eyes. Her disgust toward Oscar deepened. Raising her hand, she slapped Oscar across the face with a sharp smack, then screamed heartbrokenly, "Who gave you permission to hold me? Who do you think you are? What right do you have to hold me?"
Though he had been slapped, Oscar was even more eager to explain. "Ning Rongrong, he's already gone. When you were crying just now, he left without even looking at you once. Is someone like that really worth loving?"
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong felt incomparably desolate. The feeling of loving someone she could not have was suffocating. Her gaze gradually turned cold, and she found Oscar even more hateful. It was all because of him. If not for him, perhaps none of this