Looking into Xirong Ziye's eyes, Bai Yaoyao could clearly see the longing for her in them. If it was her from the past, she would definitely be touched to see it, but her heart has already withdrawn itself from him.
Now, the sight of Xirong Ziye would only make her sigh. "Xirong Ziye, you should know that ever since you abandoned me, from the moment you chased me out of the White House, we've become strangers."
Xirong Ziye's face paled immediately, and almost all the color receded from his lips.
"Yaoyao, I'm the one to blame."
"Xirong Ziye, it's meaningless to apologize now. Truly, you don't know my feelings nor the despair I felt at that time. I don't hate you. After all, it was me who insisted on loving you. You don't have to beg for my forgiveness as well. I don't resent you, and I hope you can live your life well!"
