Third Young Master Jun's eyes dimmed, while his attractive thin lips curled into a dismissive cold sneer:
"You're not wrong, I was just such a cold-blooded and ruthless person deep down."
He disregarded her resistance, dragged her over, and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his fingers running through her hair as he rested his chin on top of her head.
"But even if I'm cruel and hurt others, I won't hurt you again."
The gentleness and darkness in his eyes swirled around, his voice deep and rich, devoid of any frivolity, solemn and serious.
"Do you believe me?"
"..." Ye Lu didn't speak, how could she trust such a complex man who had once hurt her deeply.
She didn't have the courage to love such a man again.
"Ye Lu, you will understand one day." Understand that he loves her.
Ye Lu stopped struggling, quietly lying in his arms with her eyes closed; she would rather not understand.
