Ye Xingguang: "..."
She had never dreamed that a man like Ye Junqing, could be just as shameless as every other man in the world.
Realizing she was placed on a single couch, her heart, which had lodged itself in her throat, relaxed a bit. But just as she was about to stand up, the man's towering body loomed over her. Ye Junqing supported himself with his hands on the armrests of the sofa, imposing and authoritarian.
Ye Xingguang's heart leapt in her chest, unsure of his intentions, fearing his impulsiveness.
Ye Junqing stared at her panicked eyes, filled with regret. He originally wanted to introduce her in a grand manner tonight, but because he felt unwell, everything ended hastily. He felt deeply apologetic, but he really longed for her response.
Like the lyrics he wrote, if he could start over, it would be the love he most wished she could give him. He couldn't possibly not hope for reconciliation.
