If Shen Chizheng were still alive, they'd be together.
But Gu Chaohan didn't want to imagine that scene; he couldn't picture Su Yan with someone else.
Clear tears once again blurred her vision, and Su Yan choked back her pain, "If I hadn't saved you back then, we wouldn't have met. Maybe I would have married him, but because I saved you, I ruined my own life."
After all, this shackle is one she put on herself.
Her love wasn't destroyed by him; it was destroyed by herself.
"Gu Chaohan, you say you'll make it up to me, but how will you?" Su Yan clenched her right hand into a fist, "The person I love isn't you, how will you make it up to me?"
Her words, each one like a knife, fiercely stabbed at him.
Gu Chaohan raised his head, his whole body weak, unable to love, unable to hate; he had reached the lowest point of humility, and still, she was unmoved and refused to accept him. What more could he do?
