As he spoke, Li Wei's voice gradually became low and trembling, his fingers unconsciously twisted tightly, as if silently resisting some emotion tearing him apart from within.
"Finally, one day, I just couldn't hold back… I secretly followed them."
He paused for a moment, a hint of unbearable pain flashing in his eyes.
"I just watched as they went into the hotel together."
"At that moment, I felt completely drained, my brain buzzing."
"Anger, despair, disbelief… all these emotions swirled together, almost making me lose control."
"I wanted to rush in there and—"
He choked up, took a deep breath as if to suppress the violence threatening to burst forth, "but I ultimately held back, I didn't barge in."
"I just wanted to find Zhang Qian and have her tell me the truth, hear her acknowledge it… or deny it."
"I just wanted an answer."
His tone carried the last embers of hope, faint yet stubborn.
