Lu Jinnian took a big gulp before burying his head in her neck. Grabbing onto her hands, he trembled slightly. In a shaky voice, he asked, "Why couldn't it have been me? Why am I not the one you love?"
Why couldn't it have been me? Why am I not the one you love?
Qiao Anhao's, who hadn't previously understood what exactly Lu Jinnian meant, heart raced heavily with a "Badonk" when she heard those words. Then, in an instant, she realized that his words were meant for the woman he liked.
She felt like someone had brutally clutched her heart. It was so painful, she felt it was a little difficult to breathe. Under the pressure of his body, he abruptly tightened his grip even more.
A fierce pain crept upon the wound on Lu Jinnian's shoulder, and instantly traveled through his body. It twisted fiercely for a moment. Even though he'd drank a lot alcohol and his head was a little dizzy, he instantly woke up.
