"Wait!" Li Chengyun held her tighter, wishing he could tuck her away in his chest, where she would belong solely to him, to gaze at her whenever he wished, never giving anyone the chance to harm or covet her.
But he couldn't bear to do that, as doing so would break her wings. She was an independent and proud woman; he feared that this act might be more unbearable for her than death.
During their two years together, no matter what happened, she always said, "I have you, you're my solid support, if I can't handle something, I'll ask for your help." But she never sought his assistance even once. She was assertive in her independence.
"Alright, then you can sit back down. I'm going to sleep!" Yu Jingrong couldn't handle such sudden tenderness, more accustomed to Li Chengyun being cold and aloof.
She wore a face of disgust, leaving Li Chengyun flabbergasted. But he ultimately let go of her.
The dimly lit room held a stifling, oppressive atmosphere that moved between the pair.
