It turns out the sky has grown so dark. Without any light, it becomes completely pitch black.
Even though they are so close, she cannot see his expression, nor his silhouette.
"But I am afraid, afraid that if I don't speak, I won't even know when you've died," she said.
Perhaps because this darkness obscures their view of one another, she has become a bit bolder.
"Eager for my death?" he raised his eyebrows.
"I'm not," Gong Shirao said, "I'm not... I'm not..."
Zhan Nanjue sensed her tension, thinking that holding her and kissing her like this must make her feel really repulsed, right?
"I'm sorry," he said, "I didn't fulfill what I promised you."
Gong Shirao's pupils suddenly tightened, and tears fell recklessly.
He had promised never to appear before her again, not to inquire about her present or future, to neither entangle nor involve himself in her life.
But actually, he couldn't even do that for a second…
"I didn't... I didn't..." She didn't blame him.
