Li Xueyue wished he would stop torturing her like this. One minute, he was cold, and the next, he was warm. How was she supposed to react to such a confession? Only one answer came to mind.
"Then never let me go," she softly uttered. "Hold me for as long as you deem suitable. A lifetime, a century, I do not mind."
Yu Zhen was stunned by her words. Did she truly mean it?
Yu Zhen wished he could believe her, but he couldn't. Not after the number of times, she had played with his heart.
"Yet another selfish response," Yu Zhen said and released her.
Li Xueyue forced herself to smile when she wanted to cry. She was never this emotional, but when it came to him, all of her pent up tears seemed to flow. She told herself that his words didn't hurt. That her heart wasn't stabbed by him. That the pain in her chest was just a mere illusion.
