"But Yingluo, I'm not sure if I can forget Yingluo."
Chi Yi's eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.
Little uncle's handsome and mature face became more and more blurry in front of her eyes.
It was not until a tear fell from her eye that she finally saw him clearly.
Chi zuxu was at a loss for words. He clearly had a lot to say, yet the moment he opened his mouth, his throat felt as if it had been cut by a knife.
His dark eyes were bloodshot.
His heart ached as he held Chi Yi's tear-stained face in his hands. Lowering his head, he kissed her cherry-like lips deeply and lovingly.
Tears flowed down their tightly-pressed lips and into their mouths. The bitter taste spread from their taste buds to the bottom of their hearts.
"Do I still have the right to ask you to stay?"
He pinched her chin and asked her in a hoarse voice.
Chi Yi buried herself in his palm and sobbed bitterly.
She shook her head. don't make me stay, Yingluo.
