Yan Luoxi placed her hands on his chest, using all her strength as if she was fighting for her life to push him away, but the man did not budge. Her emotions began to verge on collapse, "I don't know, Li Yeqi, please let me go."
Li Yeqi painfully closed his eyes, "It seems you really don't understand that I can't be without you."
Yan Luoxi's eyes suddenly widened; the pain on the man's handsome face made her freeze, and her resistance immediately stiffened. Was he crying?
A burning trail of liquid rolled down from the side of his neck; Yan Luoxi's heart clenched tightly—he was really crying. But why?
"Li Yeqi, you..."
"I know I should let go of you and allow you to do what you want, but I cannot persuade myself to let go. Xixi, let me share the burden with you, okay?" Li Yeqi's handsome face buried in her shoulder, he whispered in agony.
