"I'm begging you, please… Please marry Shi Xiaoxiao."
Xuan Ying felt as though someone had plunged a knife straight into his heart, separating his bone from his flesh.
Love was supposed to be the best cure for sorrow in the world. But was it not also the sharpest weapon in the world sometimes?
She said that it was fine since she had already forgiven him. But she hadn't actually forgiven him. She just didn't want to hear him out anymore.
She didn't want to hear his explanation.
She didn't want any mention of that night three years ago at all.
She didn't want to have any connection with him at all.
Xuan Ying knew that from this moment on, it really was over between them.
"Lingling…" His dry lips moved as he called out her name.
Xia Ling smiled through her tears and said, "What? Do you need me to beg you on my knees? Is that what you want from me?"
