Bai Yaoyao had never been so harsh and cold towards Xirong Ziye before, and he couldn't take it at all. Every inch of his heart ached.
"Yaoyao, don't be so harsh. I'll show you how sincere I am. Yaoyao, tell me, what do I need to do for you to forgive me?"
Bai Yaoyao looked at the pain in Xirong Ziye's eyes and avoided eye contact with him. She was afraid that she would waver and turn soft-hearted.
"Xirong Ziye, can every mistake be erased just by apologizing? Once a mirror is broken, there's no way to repair it to its original state. Do you understand?"
Xirong Ziye nodded. "I understand. But, Yaoyao, I love you. I can't live without you."
Bai Yaoyao scoffed. "Xirong Ziye, do you remember that I've also said that I love you and can't live without you? But how did you respond? Do you still remember?"
Bai Yaoyao's words made Xirong Ziye's body tremble immediately. He stumbled backwards.
