"Nan Zi, true love can't be forced. It's selfish to force it. Love is to give happiness and joy. If your love cannot give her these things, then let go. This is the deepest love." Although it was a little cruel, Yun Xiangxiang had no choice but to say this.
At this moment, Fang Nanyuan's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife. It was so painful that it was difficult to breathe. He had poured so much effort into it, so it was impossible for him to let go of it all at once. His voice was a little bitter. "I'll think about it. Thank you. I understand... I will not disturb her anymore..."
"Nan Zi, are you in Beijing Now?" Yun Xiangxiang suddenly asked.
"If you're here, come to my house. I'll call to ask if Brother Yi is around. If he's here, come over too. We'll drink with you to relieve your worries."
