Bo Chengxin turned pale as a sheet, as though she had been struck by lightning.
Gu Qibao couldn’t help but shudder, thinking, ’Damn, the third young master of the Di Family really is ruthless and has a sharp tongue!’
Is this how a man should react to a woman who tried to kill herself because of him?
Strictly speaking, it shouldn’t be.
But Gu Qibao felt that Mr. Di was right. Giving Bo Chengxin hope would only make her more reckless and sink her deeper into misery.
It might be better to be blunt and kill all her hopes. That would surely be better than giving her hope.
Bo Chengxin turned white as a sheet, her heart throbbing so painfully that she thought it might stop. She was unable to utter a word.
This man was too heartless.
Gu Qibao also felt awkward due to his harsh words.
Mingjue held onto Gu Qibao, and walked into the house, looking calm, "Since you didn’t die, live well."
Upon hearing Di Mingjue’s words, Bo Chengyan suddenly brightened up, realizing that Di Mingjue seemed to be making sense.
Bo Chengxin’s frail body trembled uncontrollably, shaking like a kite about to snap its line, about to be blown away with the wind anytime.
At this point, Bo Chengyan did not step forward to help her, comfort her. He just stood there quietly, not uttering a word.
Bo Chengxin’s heart sank even deeper, but she still mustered up her courage, "Mingjue, do you really hope that I would die?"
Di Mingjue, holding Gu Qibao, stood beside her bed. He just looked at her, his face devoid of any expression. His deep and piercing eyes seemed to see through everything.


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