Who could bear to let go when they have loved so much!
Mo Shiche jolted violently upon hearing this, his pupils trembling and contracting fiercely as he stared deeply and intensely at her, "You said... you love me?"
Is it love, or... loved.
Luo Qiangwei stretched out her hand to frantically wipe away her tears, awkwardly turning her face away as if she didn't want him to see her cry, to see the true vulnerability she had never shown to anyone.
She was never a woman prone to tears, a woman who in her over twenty years of life had almost always encountered failures; unable to study, unable to socialize, unable to do many other things, yet loving him was the one thing she persisted in the longest.
However, she eventually gave up... forced to give up by fate.
Does she still love him?
Luo Qiangwei couldn't assertively say 'no love,' but she also couldn't decisively nod and say 'love'...
