One minute is short, fleeting. Lin Yixun opened her eyes and forcefully pried Ouyang Hao's fingers one by one, retreating from his embrace.
"Ouyang Hao, I no longer have the right to love. As I am now, I can't give you anything, nor can I give you myself. Forget me, start a new life, just treat it as... treat it as I've already died, died four years ago."
"Treat you as dead? Haha..." A hint of pain flashed in Ouyang Hao's eyes, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his lips, "But clearly, you are alive and well. How can I pretend you don't exist?"
Lin Yixun's fingers, hidden under her sleeve, slowly tightened, yet her face remained calm and unflustered. She spoke lightly, "This way, neither you nor I will be so painful. Sometimes the more persistent people are, the more painful it becomes. If that's the case, why not choose to let go? Ouyang Hao, let go of everything in the past, okay?"
Let go of everything in the past?
