Thinking about the future, if things were to continue as they did before, Fujiwara's heart would be as dead as ash, and there seemed to be no hope of recovery. What could he do now?
He picked up the wine and drank it in a few gulps. He took a deep breath. "Whether it's worth it or not, only I know in my heart. I can't deny the past, and I don't want to deny it."
"I'll keep my promise. Whether you, Dongfang Liuyun, accept it or not is also your business. I can't just watch and do nothing. I only have so many feelings, and since I can't get them back..."
At least, if it was not so painful.
