Zhou Tangsi hadn't expected Shen Lian to be so fierce. Seeing the icy chill in his eyes, he blurted out, "Because of Chu Yilan?"
"Don't flatter yourself," Shen Lian said coldly. "You're not worthy of being compared to Chu Yilan. Even without him, I wouldn't spare you a second glance. I'll say it again: the Shen Lian who loved you died a long time ago."
Long after Shen Lian had left, Zhou Tangsi remained rooted to the spot, his head lowered.
When Shen Lian said "died," he meant it literally. But to Zhou Tangsi, it meant that after having his devotion betrayed, Shen Lian no longer loved him.
He drew a shallow breath. An enormous tide of negative emotions swallowed his mind, and with almost a single crashing wave, Zhou Tangsi lost the ability to move.
It wasn't just this. His life had spiraled out of control, plummeting in an instant. Zhou Tangru, the illegitimate son he despised most, had suddenly appeared and could now go toe-to-toe with him. Then there was Zheng Ge, whose face seemed to grow more and more twisted. At first, Zhou Tangsi had thought he was under too much stress, but the deeper he dug, the more horrified he became to discover that this was Zheng Ge's true nature.
His career and love life had both met their Waterloo, and the realization that he had been such a poor judge of character was another brutal blow.
Zhou Tangsi needed something to cling to as well. The "Shen Lian" he remembered had once loved him so deeply. Now that Shen Lian was "dead," and he had only himself to blame.
Shen Lian had been right. People like this could dream up their own worst torment.
Either way, Zhou Tangsi wasn't going to have an easy time