But what if he couldn't do it? He still had to let go.
Qiao Yiyang's jaw was clenched tight, a flicker of shadow passing through his eyes, but he still reluctantly released her.
As soon as Lin Xinlan gained her freedom, she took a step back and kept her distance from him.
"Xinlan, I apologize for my just now action. Can you forgive me?" he asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with a pleading look.
Lin Xinlan straightened her clothes, her expression indifferent, "I'm sorry, but I can't."
As if nothing had happened, she walked past him, and suddenly the man felt a rush of blood surging up, followed by a violent cough.
Having searched for her all night, his illness seemed to have worsened.
He leaned against the wall, his back to her, pressing his mouth with a fist, trying hard to hold back, but still unable to suppress the crazy coughing sounds.
The severe cough shook his heart and other organs, making him even more uncomfortable and short of breath.
