Lihua slightly jolted and looked at him in shock. A painful feeling shook her, and she realized how Wei was desperately holding onto anything that would earn him Lihua's forgiveness.
"I don't want you to hate me, Lihua. I might be selfish saying this...but I cannot see you hating me. If I go to jail as you want, will it disappear?" His gaze shone with a tiny ray of hope. "Will you not despise me anymore?"
There was a faint and tired but expectant smile on his lips. Her eyelashes trembled, and she instinctively had an urge to reach out to him. But she couldn't. She forced herself not to.
Even though it was excruciating for her, she didn't want to give him any false hope.
"That is not possible, Wei…" she whispered, making him stiffen.
