"Let's break up."
Caixia looked at Zhong Zimo with calmness.
Those who studied law, like them, all lived with emotional restraint—letting emotions take over was not fitting for them.
Thus once the gap between their scopes and cognitions gradually widened, breaking up was the best way to cut one's losses in a timely manner.
Zhong Zimo's angry expression faltered as he looked at Caixia with surprise.
Could he have heard wrongly? Caixia, who had always admired him, opened her heart to him, had been ardently loyal, and saw him as both a role model and a goal,
actually wanted to break up with him?
Zhong Zimo couldn't believe it.
He had absolutely no clue why Caixia would want to do this, but as he came to his senses, his long arm reached out and pulled Caixia into his embrace,
"I disagree, I was just too anxious just now, I was agitated by the gunfire situation, I didn't mean to shout at you."
