Jiang Zhuoheng smiled and shook his head gently. "I'm willing to because you are Wen Xuxu."
Xuxu stared at him intently. "Ah Heng, this might sound a little conceited, but you're too good for me. I'm not worthy of your love."
Her eyes started to well up with tears, her expression full of sorrow and melancholy.
"Give me a chance, and give yourself a chance." Jiang Zhuoheng gripped her hand and placed it on his chest. He was sincere and firm as he pressed on. "I'm not going to force you to make a decision. I've waited for three years, and I don't mind continuing to wait."
Sigh. Xuxu sighed lightly. "Ah Heng, if I can give you a complete… perhaps I'll be able to live with a clear conscience. But I…"
But her current self was unworthy of his love.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhuoheng's expression froze. "Xuxu…"
He looked at her sorrowful face, and he was at a complete loss.
