"No. Of course, not!" Rong Yixuan quickly denied Su Yanruo's question. "Sweetheart, how can you think like that? Why will I play with your feelings? From the day, I met you, I fell in love with you. I love you, Su Yanruo," he expressed and looked at her gun lying on the floor.
His eyes turned crazy and he picked up the gun. Aiming the gun at his forehead, he declared, "Sweetheart, trust me, I love you. I can do anything for you. Infact, if you want, I can kill myself for you."
"But, you don't have to kill yourself," Su Yanruo mentioned and pulled the gun from this hand. "Shen Yixuan, you don't have to do this. You just simply have to do what my father said. What is your problem? Why are you rejecting it?"
"B-because... because...."
