"Yichen, where are you? Should I have your family come and pick you up?"
"Xiaozhi, just five minutes, can you come and see me? If you don't, I'll come looking for you. I must see you today—I have something to tell you, I must tell you today..."
After suffering for several days, An Yichen could no longer bear such torment.
He longed to see her, to ask her why she would marry Si Ye. He yearned to ask her if she still liked him...
He didn't want to escape anymore, to continue suffering like this. Either Chen Zhi could just tell him she didn't like him and sentence him to death, or she could come with him. They could leave this place, go far away.
As long as she still had him in her heart, he didn't want to give up on her.
Because, he really couldn't bear to live a life without her...
Chen Zhi frowned slightly; she didn't want to go see him, at least not while he was drunk.
"Yichen, where are you?" she wanted to know the address, and then inform...
Inform whom?
