"I just wanted to tell you that emotions are fragile and can't withstand doubt."
Yu Yanshen's voice was low and somber, carrying a dark, indistinct blur.
Against the backdrop of the harsh, pouring rain outside the window and the deep, warm-colored indoor lighting, everything seemed so distant and profound.
"Yao Qing, don't doubt my feelings," he said.
Don't doubt his feelings.
Just as he never brought up the night four years ago when she walked hand in hand with another man onto an airplane.
Some things are better left unmentioned and undoubted.
Yao Qing felt as though she had many things to say, but when the words reached her lips, she couldn't utter a single one.
What should she say?
The tears in her eyes evaporated before they could fall, and after the blurriness cleared, her eyes were bright, but the pain at her fingertips remained.
Seeing she didn't speak, Yu Yanshen leaned down to look at her.
