Qiao Mo shed two streams of tears, mixed with the rain on her face, making it hard to distinguish: "Jing Hao, let's break up."
His hands paused briefly in the middle of taking off his clothes, then continued: "You'll get sick if you stay in the rain, let me cover you with this..."
Seeing him hold the clothes over her head, Qiao Mo's tears flowed even harder. She grabbed the clothes, threw them to the ground: "Can't you understand what I'm saying? We've broken up!"
Jiang Jinghao looked a bit hurt, appearing unstable in the rain and mist, yet he still spoke with a light smile: "Xiao Mo, what are you talking about?"
Qiao Mo's eyes grew more and more sore, and the rain mingled with her tears almost blinded her.
"Jing Hao, we're not suited for each other, let's end this here." Qiao Mo spoke wearily.
His hands clung tightly to her shoulders, his eyes red as well: "Xiao Mo, why? I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"
