Li Yeqi closed his eyes in agony, his voice low and husky, "I'm sorry, at this time I can't let you indulge in wild and fanciful thoughts."
Her personality was sensitive and delicate; if he wasn't by her side, she would become trapped in her own thoughts, unable to escape.
Yan Luoxi covered her face, bursting into tears, how much more effort did she need to put into love to avoid being hurt?
Li Yeqi hugged her tightly into his arms. He hated his own cruelty. Why hadn't he been more thorough in his considerations? Why did he always end up hurting her?
The sobbing in his arms gradually weakened. Li Yeqi rested his forehead against the back of her head. Even being this close, their hearts were on distant ends, seemingly unable to touch each other again.
He even had a feeling that his love for her had just begun, while her feelings for him had already ended.
What could he do to make her love him as she did before?
