Beiming Han's hand on the car door kept clenching tighter and tighter. He panted, taking deep breaths to barely calm himself down, "You should have known from the beginning how cruel I could be!"
"No! That's not the real you, it isn't! Can we talk alone, please? Do you know? Without you, I live like a walking corpse, and without you holding me, I can't even sleep well." Gu Qingxin clung to him, refusing to let go.
Beiming Han's eyes were wet, but he couldn't cry, so he let the tears flow back into his heart.
He forcibly pried her hands away, but Gu Qingxin's grip was too tight, he couldn't open them, so he used more force.
Gu Qingxin kept crying, she didn't want to let go, she didn't want to loosen her grip. She had a feeling that once she let go this time, she would never be able to hold onto him again.
"No, Ah Han, don't treat me like this... Ah..." Gu Qingxin cried out, begging him.
