Luo Ying finally looked up at Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao's breath was taken away by the pain and desperation in her eyes.
"Are you asking me to wait? Why should I?" Luo Ying stared into his familiar eyes and walked up to him. "I woke up in the hospital and received the news that you were going to marry Lin Lu. I couldn't believe it. I personally went after you only to hear you say, "I'm already tired of you. Do you remember those words?"
Each step Luo Ying took only seemed to shatter the remaining presence of cordiality between the two of them. Their old wounds were being stripped bloody again.
Before Luo Ying could finish, Lu Zhao swooped in and put his arm around her waist, shouting, "No! No, I will never get tired of you."
"The thought of losing you scares me more than anything else." Lu Zhao held Luo Ying in his arms. He could not bear to see Luo Ying's expression. Pain filled his chest.
