Jiang Nannan returned to the dormitory in a daze. The light had vanished from her eyes as she stared blankly at her pink bed, looking utterly lost. Gu Shengge's words echoed endlessly in her mind. Distraught, she did not even know how she had made it back.
"Nannan, let's break up."
Sob, sob, sob—
The girl could no longer bear the sorrow in her heart. The little pink package she had failed to give him fell to the floor. She threw herself onto the bed, buried her face deep beneath the pillow, and burst into tears. Her sobs were filled with grievance and regret, and they went on for a long time.
Tang Ya, who had followed Jiang Nannan back the whole way, felt awful seeing her so heartbroken. She stepped forward to comfort her, harboring quite a bit of resentment toward Gu Shengge.
Still, that guy had plainly admitted that he was a womanizer. Knowing full well that he could not give Jiang Nannan the lifelong, one-on-one devotion she wanted, he had decisively chosen to let go. That was indeed honest of him.
Meanwhile, after choosing to break up with Jiang Nannan, Gu Shengge also returned to his dormitory, his mood equally complicated.
He knew exactly what kind of person he was: a scumbag, a playboy, a womanizer. It was impossible for him to love only one girl. Rather than remain tangled up forever, it was better to let go.
"You were quite decisive."
Qian Renxue's voice rang out in Gu Shengge's mind.
Gu Shengge looked troubled at her words. Decisive? It would be more accurate to call him heartless.
Since ancient times, the most affectionate people had often been the most heartless.
Enough. He would not think about it anymore. Gu Shengge shook his head, sat cross-legged on