"So I hope that you will meet a girl in the future who will truly make your heart flutter, and that you will love her simply because she touched your heart, and not because of anything else."

Tang Li withdrew his hand:

"In this world, what lasts longer than love is companionship. I will always consider you my friend."

Song Beiye's eyes were red, and Tang Li handed him a tissue:

"You're a grown man, aren't you ashamed? Let me tell you, I not only rejected Song Nanzhou's confession, but I also politely declined his gifts. What I said to him was much more heartless than what I said to you, and Song Nanzhou didn't even cry. You can't lose to him, can you?"

Song Beiye burst into laughter through his tears:

What gift did he give you?

Tang Li pretended not to care and said:

"It was in an old box. It scared me quite a bit. I thought to myself, who puts things in a wooden box these days? I can't accept this thing. What if Song Nanzhou is going to use a curse on me?"

That's quite an imagination!

Song Beiye was deeply moved:

"So you confiscated it?"

Tang Li smiled and said:

"I ran away without looking back after I said those harsh words, but I guess people from your Song family like to give gifts, so you can drink slowly, I'll run first!"

Tang Lizhen then got up and left.

His steps were unsteady; he practically burst out the door.

Stepping out the door, Tang Li stood pressed against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, tears that had been welling up in her eyes bursting forth in an instant.

In the coffee shop.

Song Beiye was both moved and guilty.

He once swore to Song Beiyu that as long as he obtained the evidence, he would put aside his own family ties to seek justice for Tang Li and do everything in his power to make amends to her.

Now, he has broken his promise.

He came to plead for his father.

She begged Tang Li for more time to allow the executioner who ruined her family to leave this world with a clear conscience.

But he never said it.

Tang Li, however, had already preserved all of his dignity.

With trembling hands, Song Beiye picked up the cup of coffee with double the sugar and milk, and drank it down in one gulp, accompanied by two streams of hot tears.

This was probably the last bit of sweetness he would ever experience in his life.

"It's very sweet, thank you."

Song Beiye looked towards the doorway.

Tang Li, standing outside the door, looked weak, pitiful, and utterly helpless.

But through her tear-filled eyes, she still took out her phone and called Zha Zhongqi. Piqiu answered, and he asked happily:

"Miss Tang, have you received the item?"