Gu Ningyi slightly lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling lightly. After a moment, they slowly became damp with water droplets. His eyelids fell, hiding the emotions in his eyes, but his hands were tightly clenched, the veins on the back of his hands standing out fiercely.
His hands unconsciously gripped the edge of the table, fingertips turning pale, his voice hoarse to the extreme, "Dong Xin Yan, you need to think clearly. If you give up this time, perhaps we will truly have no more chances. I cannot always stand in the same place waiting for you."
Once, he couldn't have her, and he was desperate. At that time, no matter how painful, for her happiness, he was willing to let go.
But then, in his desperate situation, he was allowed to gain and lose her again.
And the result was in just an instant, gaining and losing again... This was a hundred, a thousand times more painful than never having her at all.
