Lu Fengxuan's hand that clutched his lapel relaxed, and her tears fell like pearls cut from a string, string after string.
Yu Chiyin's heart ached terribly as he lifted her tearful little face and asked urgently, "Do you still want him?"
"When he angers you, do you also create more distance between the two of you, hating him in your heart? If he apologizes to you, will you forgive him..."
"I don't know, my head is so dizzy..." Lu Fengxuan reached a hand to her head, "I feel awful, Brother Ayin, hold me."
Yu Chiyin's heart was in turmoil, but as soon as she cooed, he couldn't resist bending down to scoop her up firmly in his arms.
After all the turmoil, he didn't want to stay in this wretched place for another moment.
Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of her purse lying on the sofa out of the corner of his eye. He turned around, not wanting to let her go, and had to free one hand to reach for the purse.
