Chen Zhi struggled to break free from his grip, "Yichen, let go, we can talk this out."
"I won't let go!" An Yichen stood up, pulled Chen Zhi into his arms, and held her tightly.
He looked both pained and crazed, "Xiaozhi, tell me, why do you want to marry him, why do you want to marry him! Can't you divorce him and be with me, let's go somewhere far away, I don't want to run away anymore... Xiaozhi, I love you, I've always loved you, I thought I could live without you, but my heart is in so much pain, I can't be without you…
Xiaozhi, you still love me, right? Please, if you love me, divorce him and let's leave, go far away, to a place where no one can interfere... I don't want to be engaged to anyone else, and you shouldn't marry anyone else either, Xiaozhi, why can't we be together, why..."
An Yichen's words stunned Chen Zhi for a long while; she didn't know he still loved her, nor did she know his pain was so deep.
