I no longer love you.
These words, like a curse, deeply pierced Yinting's heart. He staggered back several steps, clutching the edge of the screen to avoid falling to the ground disgracefully.
Even so, this moment was perhaps the most disgraceful of his life.
He gazed at the woman lying on the bed not far away, her clothes in disarray, achingly pitiful, and his heart felt like it was being torn apart, the pain suffocating him.
So suffocating that facing her, he couldn't utter a single word.
His daughter, their daughter... they actually had a daughter.
But because of his deliberate avoidance, he knew nothing about her. Ever since she left, he never sought out any news about her—not really—in the beginning, his subordinates did bring him news about her, but he specifically ordered them not to mention her in front of him.
He wanted to forget, so thoroughly that no one was allowed to bring her up around him.
He was so decisive!
