A few minutes later, the man slowly sighed and walked over to her bed. He sat down and reached out to touch Su Nian's face, only for her to evade him coldly. In the darkness of the night, he couldn't make out her expression, but he knew that she absolutely loathed him!
"Is the funeral you held meant to bury everything from the past?" Zheng Haoyu stared at her. The thought of her wanting to get rid of anything related to him was like a knife gouging out his heart.
"Yes." Su Nian said directly, without any evasion.
She wanted to bury everything from the past year, every single part of it, even including her heart.
"Niannian, why have we become like this?" He slowly lowered his head, resting it on Su Nian's shoulder.
"You have to ask yourself that." Su Nian also sighed, sounding somewhat cold.
