"If you don't want to stay here, no one will force you."
"Is it that I don't want to stay here, or you don't want me to stay here?" Dan Hanjie turned around, his enchanting eyes gleaming with a deep light, as he took steps toward Qin Youxuan.
He looked down at her from above and said, "I thought your forgiveness meant you truly decided to start over, not that every so often, you'd bring up Ye Zhanxing and feel like cutting ties with me altogether."
"..."
"Is it that you'll only give me hope when I've reached the depths of despair—then when I believe I've glimpsed that hope, you can let go of my hand without hesitation?" Dan Hanjie raised his hand, tracing her brow and eyes.
His voice was soft, but the intensity was heavy. "Yes, I can't let go—I'm hanging myself on your tree, so you can toy with my heart however you like, and even disdain its stench!"
"...I didn't."
Qin Youxuan's body trembled, an indescribable feeling rushing through her veins.
