Song Shiwei paused, looking towards Qi Yunqian with a hint of tenderness in her eyes, stretching out her hand to gently caress his cheek, "Yunqian, you can do it, right?"
This tender touch made Qi Yunqian feel as if, for a moment, he was seeing the Song Shiwei who used to love him deeply.
But in the next second, the cold indifference at the bottom of her eyes made him abruptly come to his senses.
He clearly recognized that Song Shiwei had long since stopped loving him.
Her love for him had been destroyed by his own hands.
Qi Yunqian's tongue tasted bitter as he gazed deeply at Song Shiwei, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.
When he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse it hurt, and his throat was raw with pain, "Really... Is there really no chance at all? Shiwei."
"Really, can't you give me just a little bit of love? Shiwei."
