Bo Yan looked at Yan Hua's red eyes and said in an indifferent voice, "I'm sorry."
The hands that hung by Yan Hua's side slowly clenched together. She felt like the air in her chest seemed to be squeezed out, little by little, and she could not breathe properly. Her heart was aching so much, but despite everything, she could not blame him.
Feelings could not be forced.
He had given her hope and sunshine. Although it was short-lived, to her, it was enough.
Yan Hua raised her head slightly, trying to control the tears swimming in her eyes. It was the last thing she wanted to make him feel guilt, she didn't want to cry in front of him. "You don't have to apologize. In fact, I already knew we were not compatible. I don't blame you, really. You deserve better."
Looking at her smiling face, even though she was clearly devastated, Bo Yan felt a pain in his heart like it was being stung by something vicious.
