Rong Shaoze's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was laden with pain.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if this way, she and he would never be apart.
"Xinlan, give him up. I really can't live without you. If you die, I won't be able to live either. Can you bear to see me in pain, to abandon me?"
Lin Xinlan's tears fell on his chest. She gasped for breath and choked out, "Rong Shaoze, please don't use these words to force me, okay? You know I can't bear to leave you, I can't bear to see you in pain. You are deliberately saying these things to push me to a dead end."
"Yes, I am forcing you! I want to force you to give him up, even if you hate me, I still want to force you to give him up!" The man said harshly.
Lin Xinlan trembled inside, her tears falling more uncontrollably.
She wouldn't hate him because she knew he was doing it for her own good.
"Xinlan, please, give him up," Rong Shaoze kept pleading with her.
