He spoke softly, like he was murmuring to himself, or perhaps like a helpless sigh, but each word deeply etched itself into Tong Xiaohua's heart.
Tong Xiaohua trembled again, looking deep into his eyes where, filled to the brim, was her reflection.
"Yan Bo, please don't do this! If you do, it will fill me with guilt!"
At that moment, in addition to some inexplicable and unclear foreign emotions, Tong Xiaohua indeed felt a heavy sense of guilt towards Yan Bo.
The ordinarily affectionate Yan Bo blinked and smiled.
"Silly girl, there's no need to feel guilty. Matters of the heart are always voluntary. It's my choice to be good to you, that's on me, but I never thought to use it to hostage your feelings."
Yan Bo, as proud as he was, never insisted on anything from anyone.
All the more so for the girl before him, the one he liked, he couldn't bear to impose on her.
