She loved Bo Siyan, loved him so much that she was afraid to let him know what was on her mind, loved him to the point where she didn't dare reveal her messy past, loved him so much that she couldn't even say she liked him out loud.
Only in her hallucinations, where he couldn't hear her, dare she speak.
How she longed to just have a proper date with him like ordinary people do, to have a romance that could burn intensely or flow gently like a stream.
Even if they were not destined to end up together, having shared something special would have been enough.
But… she couldn't… she couldn't…
Scalding tears splashed into the man's palm, carrying a burning heat, but they only conveyed a sense of desolation.
Ning Xia's voice was very low and hoarse, thick with nasal sounds, as she continued to murmur, "I like you… but I can't… I can't like you…."
If only this world had a time machine.
