When they're alone, he doesn't want to bring up anyone who would dampen the mood.
"Go late or early, it's the same. It's better to solve it earlier," Eleven said reluctantly, "If...from now on I need to accompany her to dinner every day, then I will accompany you at lunch, and we won't meet in the evenings."
Gu Liancheng's noodle-slurping movements hiccuped. He lifted his head to look at her. His hand reached out across the table, touching her face: "You don't have to torment yourself, nor do you have to lower yourself this much. When I asked you to be my woman, it wasn't so you could endure hardships."
He knew he should have waited, confessed his feelings to her after dealing with all that messy stuff. He'd considered this situation from the beginning, which was why he let her move away, not wanting to put her in a difficult position. But he hadn't expected he'd be unable to wait even a moment longer.
