With reddened eyes, he didn't explain. He turned his face away and squeezed out a bitter and helpless sentence. &Quot; Zhizhi, forget it ... &Quot;
Mo Zhiyun understood the meaning of the three words 'forget it', and the tears in her eyes rolled down her face.
"On what basis?"
She stood up and grabbed his collar as she asked, " why should we just let it go? Why do you give me hope again and again, but make me despair again and again? Lu Heyun, what right do you have? How dare you ..."
What?
Her voice was choked with sobs, and she could not continue. Only tears were left on her face.
Lu Heyun turned his head and looked at her sobbing face. His heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and even breathing became difficult. He reached out to wipe the tears on her face and said, " I'm sorry. &Quot;
The coldness of his fingertips seemed to have awakened her rationality, and she slumped back into the chair.
"Lu He Yun, you bastard!"
