It took a long time before he finally calmed down, slowly walked up to her, and placed the tightly clutched photo on the office table without saying a word—
"Why?"
Xing Xiaojiu's voice came out coldly, asking once again those three words, why, why.
Perhaps to find a suitable consolation for the feelings she had harbored for so many years, she felt she especially needed this answer, especially now, more than ever.
Otherwise, she didn't know what she could rely on to get through this difficult time.
"Xiaojiu…" After what seemed like an eternity, Xie Mingcheng finally spoke up in a low, husky voice that betrayed his tension and sorrow, "All this time, in my heart, you have always been the untouchable goddess in the heavens, deserving of a better man. I, Xie Mingcheng, have never been worthy of you."
This was his true feeling, and as a proud man, it took all his courage to say it.
