Hua Qiang walked to a corner of the sports field and was about to cut straight through the tree-lined path to the school gate when a voice called out to him.
"Hua Qiang!"
Hmm, that voice sounded somewhat familiar!
Hua Qiang turned his head and saw a figure standing behind a large tree. It was Murong Qingya.
The woman was looking at him with a complicated expression, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
Hua Qiang had originally not wanted to pay her any attention, but some subconscious impulse still made him stop.
"What is it?"
Hua Qiang tossed out the two words in a detached tone.
Murong Qingya hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip tightly and walked toward Hua Qiang.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. I want to talk to you!"
Hua Qiang frowned slightly and said flatly, "It seems there's nothing for us to talk about!"
Murong Qingya's expression changed, then her face seemed to fill with grievance.
"Hua Qiang, how can you be like this? We dated for two years!
Can two years of feelings really be overturned just like that?"
A wave of disgust rose in Hua Qiang's heart. Damn, wasn't this woman a little too shameless?
For those two years, it had all been him—ptui! It had all been this body—fawning over her one-sidedly, racking its brains every day to find ways to please her.
Yet this woman wore a sour face every day and treated him with indifference.
Sometimes, she would even berate him, even insult him.
Who knew what illness this body had caught? It already knew that Ye Bingxue was his child bride—no, that he himself was her child husband.
Perhaps he had resisted that point, which was why he had made Murong Qingya the