Only after a long time did she hear a barely audible sigh escape from his lips.
Threads of emotion, lingering and tender.
Lu Yanhe extended his hand, wrapping his arms around her body, "In this life, only you can act so recklessly in my world."
He never bowed his head or lowered his stance, not because he wanted to win or lose with her, but simply because he no longer dared to casually give her his heart.
Because he was afraid, afraid that rekindling old feelings would lead to repeating past mistakes.
He feared this woman might still be using him, unwilling to believe, afraid to believe, and lacking confidence in himself.
Facing her so-called "sincerity," he had no reason he could prove it with.
But what even if he doesn't dare to believe? In this life, he's destined to not be able to leave Su Jia.
Lu Yanhe hugged her shoulders, his chin gently brushing against her soft hair, "Jiajia, say those words to me again, tell me you weren't lying, that it's all true."
