He had already accepted Jiang Tan's cold words, her alienation from him, but when Jiang Tan said such things to him, his heart still softened.
He sighed, "Why, then, are you pushing me away again and again?"
Jiang Tan's tears fell more fiercely, she said, "I know that I cannot hold you."
She was not an ignorant young girl anymore. She had understood many things. Persistence would not necessarily result in success. Zhou Yinghuai's partial affection for her was not enough to place her on invincible grounds.
All this love, was still not enough.
They were both not children anymore. They knew that affection alone could not be blindly relied upon to make the other person surrender everything for them.
Even a fairy-tale would not dare to concoct such a scenario.
Zhou Yinghuai looked into Jiang Tan's eyes, at her corner tear, raising his hand repeatedly, wiping her tears away with patience.
The room was very quiet, with only the intertwining sounds of their breathing.
