"In my lifetime, I can spend two, five, ten, or even twenty years with you to make you realize that your jealousy has become so serious as to be wrong. But I can't spend my whole life playing that so-called love-hate game with you, nor can I tolerate a murderer or a cat killer becoming my husband!"
"You can be jealous, but don't you think your jealousy has affected your rationality? Don't tell me you'll control yourself in the future; I don't believe in that nonsense. People have to be responsible for their choices. Have you ever thought that if you had really strangled Xiaojuhua back then, it would have been the end for you and me two years ago!"
Xu Li's eyes remained calm, or rather, somewhat desolate.
Qiao Zhen felt a pang of panic. She grabbed Xu Li's arm and softened her voice, "Yes, I went too far too. There's more to solving problems than just walking away, but I chose the most hurtful way. I apologize to you, please forgive me?"
Xu Li tried to pull his hand away, but Qiao Zhen grabbed his arm tightly. "You think you can get rid of me now? No way. There aren't many men these days who are rich, powerful, influential, young, and handsome. I won't give up easily now that I've finally managed to snag one!"
Xu Li hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Before he could speak, Qiao Zhen said, "A face is a good thing, but unfortunately I don't have one. I will never care about my face in this life! Xu Li, if you want to get rid of me, it won't be possible in the next life, the next life after that, and the next life after that... countless next lives! Unless it's your last life."
Xu Li remained silent, walking quietly along the roadside. Qiao Zhen clung tightly to his arm, following closely behind.
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