"Xiaozhi! I'm sorry, I won't force you anymore, sorry!"
An Yichen was truly frightened, he had never seen Chen Zhi like this before.
In his memory, Chen Zhi was always strong, never losing her composure even in the face of the most distressing situations.
The way she was now really scared him.
He shouldn't have pushed her, shouldn't have caused her heartache, shouldn't have made her cry!
He was just a bastard, a bastard who couldn't bring her happiness, but always made her sad!
"Xiaozhi, I beg you, don't do this to yourself." Seeing the back of Chen Zhi's hand bitten and bleeding, a mist gradually gathered in An Yichen's eyes.
His Xiaozhi, she really needed someone to protect her, to take good care of her.
He wanted to be that person, but no one gave him the chance...
An Yichen pulled Chen Zhi into his arms in one swift movement, hugging her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his own flesh and blood.
