Nan jiateng thought of himself in his first year of University and wanted to give himself a few slaps.
Nan jiateng's eyes were filled with panic, but he still grabbed Cha Qingluo's hand tightly."It was my fault back then. You can hit me or scold me, but don't cry and don't feel bad. I'll feel bad if you look like this."
"You don't even feel heartache. What are you feeling heartache for? master is the one who's good to me ..."
Cha Qing Luo didn't know what was wrong with her. She was in a mess, and she seemed to have vented all her emotions on Nan jiateng.
However, her heart ached even more when she saw his pained eyes.
Why did her heart hurt so much, so stuffy, and she couldn't breathe?
Nan jiateng reached out and pulled Cha Qingluo into his arms."Qingluo, I know you're feeling terrible right now, but don't say such things. You know what you mean to me. You know how I feel about you. How could you say that? you know my heart hurts too ..."
