"It's impossible." Her voice was still the usual gentle calm, yet increasingly cruel and unfeeling as she quietly looked into his eyes, "Second Young Master, I don't love you!"
Each word was like the sharpest blade, piercing through Ling Xiu's heart with unbearable pain, nearly suffocating him.
The fierce flames in his eyes were extinguished by the torrential rain, his figure trembling, nearly stumbling.
Although he had anticipated such an answer, the pain was still heart-wrenchingly intense.
"Qingchi, can't you forgive me?" His face was deathly pale, his eyes dim with pain as he stared at her, "I know I've been very cruel to you in the past, bullying you in every way. I know I've done many wrongs, I will try hard to treat you well."
Qingchi resumed her composed demeanor, her pale and flawless face emotionless as she shook her head decisively.
"No, I simply won't fall in love with you."
