And furthermore earlier on, his body… had already reacted to that extent. She could see in his eyes how much torture he was in from holding himself back.
…
The man stood under the showerhead. Streams of water cascaded down his body and fought the raging fire inside of him.
The moment he closed his eyes, he would start reveling in the beautiful feeling of hugging and kissing the girl he loved.
So, he didn't dare to close his eyes. He let the water gush into his eyes, as though he couldn't feel the stinging pain.
Because the pain was more excruciating somewhere else.
Jiao Chen took a towel from the rack and placed it in his mouth and in between his teeth. He turned around and placed his clenched fists against the wall.
Four years.
Four years with her was enough.
Because he couldn't give her a future. He couldn't take care of her for a lifetime.
So, their relationship mustn't progress further.
