Han yichu's eyes trembled, and he said in a hoarse voice,""Qingwu, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I won't hurt you again."
Huang qingwu felt like she was out of this world. She didn't understand what han yichu was feeling when he said he loved her.
However, she could feel that she might really have a sense of familiarity with this strange man.
She could also feel this person's pain.
She didn't understand. Could a person really love another person to this extent?
"Han yichu? No matter what you say now, I can't believe it. You're too unfamiliar to me. "
Huang qingwu's most ordinary sentence made han yichu's heart ache, and for a moment, he could not even breathe.
Han yichu suppressed all her emotions, not wanting to scare Huang qingwu.
Because he had been too patient, his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.
Perhaps when others loved someone, they would not be like him and would not have such emotions.
