He was like a strong, richly flavored wine; once tasted, one would become addicted, unable to quit.
She felt so pitiful; she hadn't completely given up on him.
As long as he showed her a little tenderness and affection, her healed scars would forget the pain, and she would fall so deeply that she couldn't extricate herself.
Such was her state, she really was incurable…
An Ruo couldn't help but cry, weeping for her own lack of resolve.
The person holding her stiffened slightly. In her dreams, she was crying; was it truly that heartbreaking?
Her tears deeply pained the man's heart.
If possible, he very much wanted to explain everything to her and then cherish her forever, never allowing her to suffer the slightest grievance.
But he couldn't yet; their plans must not be interrupted.
Tang Yuchen was unable to speak; he could only tenderly kiss away her tears, continuously kissing her face, her lips…
