He Xiyan looked at her, her voice becoming hoarse at this moment.
"Miss Lin, I'm sorry. I can't leave Jiahang to you, for that's Jiahang's own choice. He chose to be with me instead of you. If he chooses you, I won't get entangled."
He Xiyan murmured in a low voice. In fact, she knew that something was already different from before, but she couldn't let go. She had tried to convince herself to let go of this love relationship, but she still couldn't. Even though she took off the ring he had given her, yet she still felt quite reluctant.
That was love, she thought. If love could be forgotten and cut off easily, then it must not be true love.
He Xiyan took a sip of the coffee on the table. At this time, her mobile phone rang, the sound of message notification. It was a message from Jiahang, inquiring when she would come back home.
He Xiyan stood up, showing an apologetic smile.
