Duan Xingzhi held her hand, so tightly that Bai Zhi frowned in pain.
"You..."
"Don't say anything, listen to me first." Duan Xingzhi was somewhat anxious, fearing she wouldn't listen to him, "Xiao Bai, have you been thinking of severing all ties with me?"
Bai Zhi couldn't deny it; she indeed had been thinking that.
"Xiao Bai...?"
"Yes."
Although Duan Xingzhi had already guessed the answer, his heart was still heavily wounded, the pain was intense.
"How... how could you be so heartless?"
How could she bear to cut ties with him like this, how could she bear to become a stranger with no intersection with him?
His voice was hoarse, tinged with an irrepressible pain, making Bai Zhi's nose sting a bit.
"What about you? Weren't you thinking the same thing before?"
He was, when he went out to relax, indeed, he wanted to forget her. But he never thought of never seeing her again, or rather, such a thought, he couldn't even dare think.
