"Silas, what do you truly think of me?" Yue Ran asked. "I am not your plaything; I am not a toy for your amusement. You already have someone you like in your grasp, so why can't you just let me go?"
After speaking, her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Silas's movements abruptly halted, especially when he noticed her figure quaking all over. His heart ached, clenching tight in response to her visible distress.
"Don't cry…" he murmured.
There was blood on her lips. Her pale face and red lips formed a sharp contrast. Her beautiful eyes, typically radiant, were now full of tears, and delicate red marks at the corners of her eyes were visible, weak and pitiful looking.
Silas felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and envelop her in his arms. He wanted to say sorry, but his body felt like stone, stiff and frozen in place, so that he could not do anything. It was especially so after seeing her rejecting him so much; the pain in his heart reached an extreme.
