"Why..." Xia Weiyi was speaking when her gaze gradually became absent-minded, and she slowly stepped backward, moving away from Ye Che's front.
As the color drained from the man's face, turning it somewhat pale, and he remained silent, her heart felt empty and suddenly plunged into an abyss.
Ye Che quietly watched the woman he dearly loved, as her figure grew more and more distant and frail, he slowly closed his eyes. In his ears, however, her words "Why won't you believe me" kept echoing incessantly.
She must be very disappointed in him... perhaps even despairing...
Ye Che's heart clenched tightly, how he wished he could run over, coax her as he did when he made mistakes in the past, apologize, let her vent her little temper. But he truly didn't have the strength to continue anymore.
He could only maintain this proud posture, looking up as he clenched his fist alone, feeling a sharp pain in his palm. When he slowly released his grip, he felt a sense of relief.
