He knew her pride, and what she minded most was being threatened and forced by others, yet he, under so many unavoidable circumstances, had stepped on her landmines.
Was it really unavoidable? Or was it his selfishness, sparing no means to hurt her?
Xu Zhiye's demeanor was somewhat frantic, as he gently pulled Xia Weiyi into his arms, and when she did not resist, he tenderly stroked her long hair.
"Yiyi, don't be sad anymore. From now on, let me take good care of you, alright? Let's return to how things were before, okay?"
Speaking of sadness, Xia Weiyi bit her lip hard, forcing the tears swirling in her eyes back, then lifted her gaze to look at Xu Zhiye's face, her eyes a clear expanse: "I'm not sad..."
Breaking up with him, I'm not sad...
But what makes me sad is that from now on, I have to pretend that I don't love him...
......
