"I don't care how others laugh at me or what they think of me, ever since I was little, I've been hopelessly fixated on waiting for you to look back, and if you did, the first person you'd see would be me."
Cheng Weiyue's smile was wretched as she said, "Eventually, I got what I had wished for. Do you know how happy I was the day you agreed to be with me?"
"That's why I can tolerate a lot of things." Cheng Weiyue's tears fell more fiercely, her nose turned red, and her tone was mocking, "Because I thought having a place in your heart was enough for me. All those things in the past had passed! But what did you give me in return? Doubt? Suspicion?"
Zhao Hanchen was already in a panic.
He watched Cheng Weiyue's ceaseless tears trickle down, and a sense of heartache belatedly surfaced in him.
He lifted his hand to wipe away her tears, with his calloused fingertips grazing her face, his voice low and hoarse, "I was just too angry, Weiyue, don't blame me, I was just blinded by anger."
