"Lingling, no, it's not like that. Some feelings can't just end because we say they can. I don't agree." Yeh Huang was not willing to divorce just like that, gripping Long Linger's hands tightly and refusing to let go.
"Well then... suit yourself! From now on, keep your distance from me!" Long Linger's tone was cold, and her eyes no longer held the warmth they once did, as if the two had truly become strangers.
Yeh Huang looked at her with a painful expression, "Lingling, maybe you really have forgotten the past. But, it's okay, I'll start pursuing you from now, and I'll find a way to make you remember the past."
Long Linger stepped back a few paces, "Please leave! If you truly love me, please respect me, don't just barge in like this."
Yeh Huang slowly let go of her hand, stepped back silently, and finally left.
Long Linger slowly squatted down, cold sweat dripping from her back.
Quietly returning to the bed, she climbed onto it and pulled the blanket over herself.
