"I really want to love you properly," Shen Li said slowly.
The tears that unknowingly welled up blurred her vision, making it almost impossible for her to see Huo Siyu's face.
She even felt that this blurred distance was more suitable for her and Huo Siyu. The irreconcilable conflict stemmed from their differing ideals.
"You..." Huo Siyu was moved, thinking that Shen Li would say something that would anger him.
Every time it involved Shen Yu, there was always some unpleasantness.
Shen Yu's death was a knot in their hearts. If he were alive, it was a thorn. His being, dead or alive, would always stand between them.
Until today, or rather, this moment.
"Siyu..."
Shen Li suddenly came back, her steps quick, almost running.
Huo Siyu would never take the initiative to come over, so she had to go to him, doing so as fast as possible to avoid regretting halfway.
Just as she reached out to hug Huo Siyu, Huo Siyu suddenly reached out and held her tightly in his arms.
