"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Wei Anning murmured painfully, a million apologies could never recover the five years they lost together.
But when had she ever been alright? When had her heart not been consumed by despair and agony?
"Promise me, don't be cold to me, don't ignore my calls, don't not reply to my messages. Even if you can't come, give me a clear answer. I'll wait, I'll be by your side. As long as you need me, I'll appear by your side immediately. Don't push me away anymore, okay?" Leng Youchen murmured by her ear.
How could she bear to push him away when he was this humble?
But to accept meant endless entanglement. She helplessly buried herself in his shoulder, crying sorrowfully.
Leng Youchen held her body tightly, his fiery lips found hers again, tasting her salty tears, his heart ached terribly, "Don't cry, don't cry, it's my fault."
Wei Anning clenched her fists, trembling as she opened her eyes to look at him. He was her deity, her faith, her everything.
