Song Qinghuan walked over to him and sat down across from him. She took a deep breath and softly said, "You mentioned that day, during our time in Xiamen, that I still have the right to choose."
Shi Yuhuan was slightly taken aback and looked up at her, his eyes enigmatic.
Song Qinghuan felt a chill run down her spine. His indifference gave her a sharp, terrifying sensation.
A moment of silence passed, but it felt like an entire century.
Song Qinghuan moisturized her lips for a bit, then finally mustered the courage to say, driving a knife into her chest with the pain, "I have decided, I want to make a choice again!"
Shi Yuhuan stared incessantly at her, his eyes cold as ice.
Song Qinghuan's instinct told her that the man in front of her was enraged, as if warning her to think before she spoke again, to avoid saying what she may regret.
Her heart was beating so hard it felt like it was in her throat.
