50: Chapter 50 Song Yuan will never look back

Lin Xueyao heard Song Yuan's cold words to her and couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart, her eyes a little moist.

But she tilted her head back, forcing the tears away.

"Song Yuan, I haven't eaten all day. Will you please come with me to get some noodles?"

Song Yuan was now as cold as a stranger. A qualified ex should treat the other person as if they no longer exist, not disturb, not entangle. Song Yuan was the type of person who cut ties cleanly and would not drag things out emotionally.

Their breakup had been somewhat unpleasant, and he didn't want to be friends anymore.

"Then call Xiao Nianchen and let your White Moonlight come with you."

Lin Xueyao was so wronged that she couldn't help but sob. She had never imagined that Song Yuan would speak to her in such a tone one day; he had always pampered and doted on her.

Recalling the three years they had been together, he had never said a harsh word to her and had always met her every request.

He would never have let her shed a single tear.

Now...

Her heart felt as if it had been tightly squeezed, the pain making even breathing difficult.

Was he really that heartless?

She didn't believe it.

Lin Xueyao wrapped her arms around Song Yuan's arm, her red, tear-filled eyes looking at him.

"Song Yuan, my stomach hurts so much. I've waited here for you for two hours. Can you please accompany me just this once? It won't take too long.

Just come with me for a bowl of hot soup noodles."

Lin Xueyao sniffled after speaking, her nose red from crying, like a little crybaby.

Song Yuan pulled away the hands clinging to him.

"You don't need to wait for me. We have no relationship anymore. Doing these meaningless things won't bind me."

Lin Xueyao choked back sobs. In the past, when she said she was hungry, he would practically feed her with a spoon. Now, he would even refuse such a small request from her.

Her posture was already humble, her voice almost pleading with him.

"Song Yuan, please..."

Lin Xueyao began to cry softly.

It was only at this moment of complete loss that she realized she couldn't let go of Song Yuan at all.

Her previous recklessness was entirely because she was the one he favored. She had never imagined truly losing him and watching him marry another woman.

Song Yuan stood under the tree, a little speechless. If she had made other mistakes, he might have softened.

But a woman who cheated, he would not want her back.

Because if there was a first time, there would be a second. Such a woman was not worthy of his love.

Even if she was begging him humbly.

People always had to pay for their mistakes.

Song Yuan waited for her to finish crying.

Lin Xueyao couldn't calm down at all. She only had one thought in her mind: to beg him for forgiveness. As long as he was willing to turn back, she could make any change.

"Song Yuan, please forgive me this once. I believe you've also been with other women these past few days, so let's just call it even, okay? From now on, I'll keep my distance from all men, and I can even delete all male contacts from my phone!

I, Lin Xueyao, swear to you, if I ever have an affair with any man again, may I not be human in my next life."

Song Yuan sneered. He still remembered what Lin Xueyao had told him when she broke up with him: she said Xiao Nianchen was back, and she didn't want to leave herself with regrets.

"Lin Xueyao, what do you mean by clinging to me like this? You don't want your White Moonlight anymore? No regrets now? Did he sleep with you and then discard you?"

Lin Xueyao's chest heaved violently. Song Yuan's words were sharp, each one piercing her most painful spot.

Every word was like tearing away the covering she didn't want to face, exposing her most shameful side.

She had thought a lot these past few days. Indeed, that bastard Xiao Nianchen was playing her. He only wanted to sleep with her and didn't want to spend a single penny on her.

The only money he had spent was on that lipstick, which was less than two hundred yuan.

Just one lipstick, and he slept with her, and she even went to the hospital to get her hymen repaired to get Xiao Nianchen.

She already regretted it, regretting it so much that she wanted to slap herself, regretting it so much that she couldn't sleep at night, staying awake all night waiting for dawn, regretting it so much that she couldn't eat, and even felt restless.

She thought she would never meet a man better than Song Yuan to her.

"Song Yuan, are you still willing to have me? As long as you still accept me, I don't mind that you've been married. You divorce that woman, and we'll marry.

I can get my hymen repaired for you."

Song Yuan only found it preposterous. He didn't want any more entanglement with her.

"Lin Xueyao, are you crazy? I'm not interested in other people's leftovers. Please don't come looking for me again."

Song Yuan checked the time; she had already delayed him for over ten minutes. He still wanted to finish his run and go back to hug his wife to sleep early.

Regardless of what Lin Xueyao thought, Song Yuan ran straight into the park.

Lin Xueyao watched his back disappear from her sight, tears blurring her eyes. At this moment, she realized she had completely lost him.

Lin Xueyao squatted under the streetlamp, hugging her knees, her shoulders heaving with sobs, her whole body trembling.

Having not eaten all day, her stomach was cramping, her head ached, and her heart hurt even more.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea surged in her stomach. She squatted next to the trash can, continuously vomiting, but only the acidic liquid from her stomach came out.

Lin Xueyao leaned against the wall, recovering for a long time, seeing stars. She already had low blood sugar, and now, having not eaten all day, she had even less strength.

Lin Xueyao took out her phone and called Xiao Nianchen.

"Xiao Nianchen, I feel like I'm about to faint. Can you come pick me up?"

"How can a person have a premonition before fainting? If you can still make a call, you're fine. Don't be scared, baby, I'm waiting for you at home. Call a ride-sharing car. We're out of condoms at home, so pick up a box on the way.

Also, when you come up, be discreet. Don't alert the security guard. My mom doesn't want me to be with you; she'll scold me if she finds out."

Lin Xueyao hung up without replying, and the next second, she blocked all of Xiao Nianchen's contact information. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails even digging into her palms, but she didn't feel the pain.

The wind picked up at night, but she didn't feel cold; she felt somewhat numb.

Cars drove by one after another on the roadside, and people walked in twos and threes, but she was alone in the night.

She used to accompany Song Yuan on his night runs. Song Yuan would accommodate her pace, never leaving her behind. But now he walked away from her, never looking back.

The words he once said to her, the things they did together, the scenery they saw, all turned into sharp blades piercing her heart.

No matter how much pain she was in, he would not turn back.

The road ahead, no matter how far, would be a road without his companionship.

Lin Xueyao let her tears flow, taking unsteady steps forward, the distant neon lights blurring into a single streak before her eyes.

Finally, her legs gave out, and she fainted.

A kind passerby came to help her and used her phone to dial her emergency contact.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Song Yuan? Your girlfriend has fainted by the roadside. Can you please come here?"