"I don't hate you that much anymore. If a person only lives in hatred, her life will definitely not be happy. So I don't hate you anymore. I just don't want to see you again. It's really simple. It's such a simple thing.

Shan's request. Mr. Rong, just think of me as begging you, don't look for me again, okay? Please..." She knew she was humble, but she had nothing, only the stability that took two years to build.

"Does it mean that if I don't look for you, you will be happy?"

"If you don't look for me, I may not be happy, but I will definitely be stable."

The indifference in Han Yurou's eyes completely hit Rong Jincheng's heart. Her attitude was so cold, like frost in winter, it froze his whole body, gradually becoming numb and unable to move.

Rong Jincheng understood.

As long as he doesn't look for her, she can live a stable life.

He clenched his fists and said, "I'm not a bomb. Are you so defensive about me?!"

Han Yurou was startled for a moment, her melancholy eyes widened in her eyes, the tip of her nose was red, and she seemed to be filled with displeasure and grievance: "Master Rong, please show me your noble hand."

This wasn't the first time she begged him, the initiative was still with him.

"Then what? After I leave, will you be with this Qin Haoran? Yes, he is richer than me. You will definitely feel more comfortable following him than following me."

"It turns out that in Mr. Rong's heart, I am a woman who loves money. But no matter what you think, Qin Haoran is richer than you on one hand. He is more educated than you, more talented and knowledgeable than you, and more gentleman than you... too much

There are too many qualities to count, or rather, I can’t see a single advantage in you. You have never been my type, not before and not now."

"I'm like this and you still poke my heart out!" Rong Jincheng was displeased, "I know I'm good for nothing. I used to have money, but now I don't even have any. I'm just a lost dog, and everyone despises me. You don't need to tell me,

I understand, do you think I don’t know anything? Why did those friends play with me in the past? They just wanted to see my money and status!"

"Me too." Han Yurou said calmly, "I'm just like them."

Rong Jincheng choked for a moment and couldn't get up or down in one breath.

He glared at Han Yurou: "I know you are too! I knew it before! But I lied to myself and kept lying to myself that you weren't."

"Oh, you don't have to lie to yourself, I am Rong Jincheng, are you leaving?"

"Why are you like this?" Rong Jincheng's hand was still clasping her wrist, "I'm just leaving, far away, leaving New York and never coming back!"

"You said the same thing some time ago." Han Yurou didn't believe it and sneered.

"I know you like pretty boys like Qin Haoran. You and he are in love and compatible. We are both classmates and friends. I have always known that you like this kind of gentle man. I was just lying to myself."

Han Yurou didn't know what he was talking to herself, so she frowned indifferently: "Are you leaving?"

"I'll go." Rong Jincheng put one hand in his pants pocket and took out a pearl hairpin. The white hairpin emitted silver light in the dark corner, "This is your thing."

Han Yurou recognized it at a glance.

This is her hairpin.

She lost it four years ago when she first went to Jinyuan.
Chapter completed!