Ye Huanhuan took a deep breath, suppressing her anger, and explained:
“Song Lin, this has nothing to do with Tang Yi. I simply don’t want to be with you anymore. Besides, we’re already divorced. You should have your own new life. There’s no need to dwell on the past. Whether I’m pregnant or not, it has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?”
Song Lin's face was full of resentment and anger. "Huanhuan, how could you do this to me! We used to love each other so much and went through so many wonderful times together. You just say you don't love me anymore?"
“That’s all in the past, Song Lin. People always change. I no longer love you, and there’s no going back.”
"Huanhuan, you can't just abandon me like this. I love you, I can't live without you. As long as you're willing to come back, I'm willing to give everything."
Ye Huanhuan shook her head. "I'm sorry, Song Lin, my mind is made up. Please don't bother me anymore, and don't disturb my life anymore. We're over, completely over."
Song Lin was still unwilling to give up; he simply refused to accept this reality.
"No, Huanhuan, I don't believe it. You must be lying to me. You still love me, right?"
At this moment, Ye Huanhuan finally understood why she couldn't wake up someone who was pretending to be asleep no matter what.
She said, "Song Lin, that's enough! Can you please stop bothering me? Can't we just part ways amicably?"
Upon hearing this, Song Lin's eyes filled with disappointment and despair. However, he quickly regained his composure and responded in a threatening tone:
"Huanhuan, do you think that's possible? Do you think I'll let you off so easily?"
Looking at the man in front of her, who was once familiar but is now a stranger, Ye Huanhuan felt a sharp pain in her heart. She took a deep breath and tried her best to remain calm.
"Song Lin, what's the point of doing this? Do you know that things are completely over between us?" Her tone was tinged with weariness and helplessness.
Song Lin sneered, his eyes filled with madness. "Huanhuan, if you don't want me to keep bothering you, then you'd better come back to me. Otherwise, I might lose control and do something crazy."
Upon hearing this, Ye Huanhuan's bodyguard immediately tensed up, quickly shielding Ye Huanhuan behind him and looking at Song Lin warily, fearing that he might do something dangerous.
Ye Huanhuan narrowed her eyes, her gaze cold and sharp. She stared intently at Song Lin and said in a chilling tone:
Are you threatening me?
A sinister smile appeared on Song Lin's face, a smile that sent chills down one's spine, seemingly concealing endless madness and despair.
Then, he slowly reached out and pulled a sharp knife from his pocket.
No, I didn't threaten you.
Song Lin spoke softly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an unspeakable sorrow and resolve. His gaze remained fixed on Ye Huanhuan, the deep affection in his eyes suffocating.
Without hesitation, Song Lin pointed the knife at his wrist and slashed it forcefully. Instantly, blood gushed out, flowing down his arm and dripping onto the ground, forming a pool of bright red blood.
"Huanhuan, since you won't forgive me or come back to me, then let me die..."
Song Lin's voice trembled, filled with pain and despair, "Without you by my side, my life has no meaning..."
This sudden turn of events left those around them stunned, prompting gasps of surprise.
They had originally come to support Song Lin, but now they were so frightened by the scene before them that they retreated again and again, not daring to take another step closer.
No one expected that Song Lin would go so far as to express his love for Ye Huanhuan through self-harm.
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