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Lin Hao remained silent, avoiding Dai Xinyi's gaze, his eyes darting around as he struggled internally. He recalled Zhao Shanhe's contemptuous tone and the harsh words about scavenging and the lush green grasslands, a wave of inexplicable humiliation washing over him.
Dai Xinyi keenly sensed Lin Hao's hesitation. The light in her eyes dimmed rapidly, as if a brilliant star had fallen from the sky. She had once believed she had found true happiness, thought Lin Hao was the man who could embrace all of her, but reality had slapped her hard in the face. Like a fool, she had once again given her heart, only to receive yet another round of humiliation and hurt in return.
Ha, Dai Xinyi thought bitterly, a self-deprecating smile forming on her lips as tears streamed down her face. I am truly a joke, believing in men time and again, only to be hurt over and over. How pathetic I am!
Lin Hao wanted to explain, but he didn’t know how to begin.
“There's no need to say anything. I understand,” Dai Xinyi interrupted him, her eyes filled with disappointment and sorrow. “I’m tired; I don’t want to explain anymore.”
She stood up, grabbed her bag, and left the restaurant without looking back. Lin Hao was left sitting there alone, engulfed by regret and guilt that washed over him like a tidal wave.
Zhao Shanhe watched Dai Xinyi's retreating figure, a smug smile creeping onto his lips. As he observed her stumbling away, a glint of malice flickered in his eyes. He downed the remaining champagne in his glass and leisurely wiped his mouth before rising to follow her.
Lin Hao sat in his place, his gaze vacant like a soulless statue. He mechanically picked up his glass only to find it empty, just like his heart at that moment—hollow and lost, devoid of solace.
He wanted to chase after her, but his legs felt as heavy as lead; he couldn't move an inch. Zhao Shanhe's words echoed in his ears like an incantation that he couldn't shake off.
He remembered Dai Xinyi's evasive eyes and trembling voice; a growing sense of anger and humiliation consumed his rationality.
Dai Xinyi stumbled out of the restaurant, tears blurring her vision. The cool night breeze brushed against her face but did nothing to soothe the burning pain within her heart. She couldn't understand why fate had to toy with her so cruelly.
Why did she always encounter the wrong people, suffering time and again? Was she destined to be alone for life?
“Dai Xinyi!” A familiar voice called out from behind her.
Dai Xinyi abruptly stopped in her tracks and turned around to see Zhao Shanhe striding towards her. Instinctively, she took a step back, wariness and disgust filling her eyes.
Zhao Shanhe caught up with Dai Xinyi and grabbed her hand. “Dai Xinyi, don’t go! Let’s talk.”
Dai Xinyi jerked her hand away as if shocked by electricity. “What do you want?” she shouted hoarsely, a hint of tears in her voice. “Haven't you and Zhang Tianming already made my life miserable enough? What more do you want from me?”
Zhao Shanhe shrugged nonchalantly, a playful smile on his face. “Don’t be like that, Dai Xinyi; you should be grateful to me. I’m just looking out for you.”
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