Her eyes reddened slightly, she bit her lip, looking somewhat wronged, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at Lu Yebai.
Lu Yebai moved forward and carried her back to the bed, but Meng Xi'er clung to his neck, unwilling to let go, her voice soft, "I know I'm not good enough...if you don't want me anymore, just tell me, I won't cling to you."
A dull pain seemed to grip Lu Yebai's heart, he embraced her slim body, whispering, "Even without a pregnancy, I wouldn't marry anyone else. Trust me, Xixi."
He felt as if he was losing rationality, only one feeling left in his heart – to keep her delighted.
As long as it could make her happy, it seemed he could say or do anything.
Love blinds, so they say; this feeling resonated with him, a tender, pitiful yet joyful feeling. It felt as if she had become a soft thorn embedded in his heart, a thorn that didn't hurt, but once removed, would hurt so much it felt like death.
