Han yichu closed his eyes to hide the pain in them. He had too many things to say to his lover, qingwu. He hadn't loved her enough yet.
In this life, he had made her suffer from the very beginning.
He couldn't imagine how she had persevered through those days and what kind of mentality she had when she loved him.
He had let qingwu down.
But he really couldn't lose her, and he couldn't lose her.
Han yichu's heart was in so much pain that he almost knelt down because his whole body was in pain.
Han yichu's eyes were red, and her body was tense.
Only he himself knew how irascible he was right now, how much he wanted to kill himself.
How could he tolerate the fact that he was the one who had hurt qingwu?
Han yichu had not fully recovered from the shock yet. He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to find qingwu. She was his wife, and he had always loved her.
