Wanwan, it wasn't that I didn't believe you at that time. It was more like I was afraid. The man's voice slowly and clearly entered her ears in this noisy night.
Her heart trembled. Afraid?
afraid that I can't truly trust you, afraid that you're plotting something again, afraid that you're no longer by my side when I open my eyes, and afraid that I'll hurt you, Yingluo.
The seed of suspicion was buried deep in his heart. Even though he tried his best to ignore it, it would always come out uncontrollably from time to time. Once he began to suspect her, he would subconsciously be cold to her.
Every time he saw a flash of sadness in her eyes, or when she tried to hide her injury in front of him, he felt bad, very bad.
That night, she had told him to either accept her, to accept her from the bottom of his heart, to trust her, or to let her go!
