If he had known things would end up like this, if given another chance to choose, he would have chosen Yan Xiaye over Yan Shuirou without a second thought.
But... in this world, while decisions might be changeable, how could time ever flow backwards?
Amidst the intense ringing in his ears, Li Beicheng clutched his head and silently screamed, venting his emotions with a fist that he slammed into the wall, leaving behind splotchy bloodstains on the pink surface.
He had so much he wanted to say to Yan Xiaye, so he vehemently refused to allow her to end things on her own terms.
What filled him with the most fear and helplessness was the thought that if she truly died...
Would he be able to forget her for the rest of his life?
On the evening of the fourth day, Yan Xiaye opened her eyes without any warning.
