Thinking of these possibilities, the man's heart ached for her.
He softened his expression, his hand caressing her face, as he gently said, "An Ruo, tell me what exactly happened. If I am wrong, you can tell me. Don't keep it all to yourself."
In his eyes, there was affection and pity as he looked toward her.
But she would no longer believe his words, nor would she believe his love for her. Everything he gave her was false. She hated him, detested him, and would never trust him again.
An Ruo smiled faintly, not answering but rather asking, "Don't you have something to say to me?"
Tang Yuchen was slightly stunned; he didn't understand the meaning of her words.
He did have a lot to say to her. He wanted to say how miserable he had been this past year, constantly searching for her, missing her. However, he also understood that these were not the words she wanted to hear.
The two had only exchanged a few words when the car arrived at the villa's entrance.
