Ling Chuxia kept running, pulling Bai Yixuan, until she burst out of the hotel. The moment she stepped through the entrance, it was as if all her strength and support vanished, and she suddenly squatted down, tears falling like pearls off a string.
Bai Yixuan stood by, watching her collapse, watching her cry bitterly. His hands clenched at his sides forcefully as his heart twisted painfully, and his voice involuntarily grew hoarse, "Xiaxia, if you really can't bear to leave him, why don't you go in and tell him? Why torment yourself like this?"
Chuxia cried so hard she could barely breathe, let alone speak. She could only shake her head repeatedly.
Tell Shi Che? Tell him what? That she loved him? Then what? Would he just take her for granted again, treat her as a substitute, as comfort?
Wasn't three years of marriage enough?
Wasn't she fed up with being a substitute?
Was Ling Chuxia's life supposed to be this tragic? Was her life meant to be lived for her elder sister?
