Clink, clink...
Suddenly, the sudden clinking sound made by the rings hung around his neck caused him to stop moving.
As he stared at the rings, he stopped what he was doing. In his mind, he was thinking, "This isn't right…"
They had just met, and Han Ye knew that he was looking at Angela Zhang as if she were Wu Yuexue. It was not fair, for her or for his late wife. With a pained expression, Han Ye then took a deep breath to calm himself down
"Han Ye?" Angela Zhang called out softly, somewhat out of breath.
"I'm… I'm sorry…" Han Ye muttered. A small part of him wanted to continue, to feel what it was like to be with another person again, but another part of him could not. Whatever it was that he felt earlier was gone. The feeling of lust was gone, leaving behind a rational and clear-headed Han Ye.
After a while, he sighed loudly and got up from her. As he picked up his shirt from the floor, he said, "I don't think we should continue…"
