什么？你就是他，难道我还会认错？我刚才已说清楚了，你只是暂时不记得我，以后总会想起来。不要闹了，乖一点，跟我回去。”
眼见他的车已开到路边等候，这次被他带回去，我哪还有重见天日的一天？
我两手抓住桌角，死也不起来：“罗先生，您就放过我罢，不要这样，我不愿意…”一边讲一边拼命想该怎么办，急的脑袋都冒烟。
附近五六桌人都悄悄偷看我与罗迅纠缠，我低头，一眼看到桌上罗迅一口未动的冰拿铁。
实在没有办法，只有出损招…
我一把抄起那杯咖啡，以英语大骂：“You’ve been treating me like trash and cheating on
me for years, it was you--YOU pushing me away first, you stupid
jerk! Now you want me back? I said NO. It’s not gonna happen, NEVER!
I don’t give a fuck what you said, like you’re sorry, you’ve always
been missing me, you think I still care about that bullshit? You
think you can fool me again? No. We are done, DO YOU UNDERSTAND! So
go fuck yourself