Even so, Xirong Ziye fought hard to suppress his emotions. He couldn't let himself cough out blood.
His face turned pale. He expended a lot of effort in order to suppress his feelings.
However, the rims of his eyes turned red, and they were filled with pain. Tears threatened to roll down his cheeks.
Men didn't shed tears easily, unless they've been hurt by what saddened them the most.
Just hearing Yaoyao's words, he almost passed out.
He had never expected that he had given her so much pain during that period.
Just imagining that if Yaoyao really had inflicted pain on herself during that time, and that he wouldn't be able to see her anymore, Xirong Ziye's heart felt as though something was piercing through it. At that moment, his heart felt desolate and helpless, but he was also relieved and grateful that Yaoyao was still alive and well.
Now, he merely had one thought in his head. He just wanted Yaoyao to be well.
