"Shuya, my feelings for you are genuine, not confusion or guilt, and certainly not to ease my conscience." Huo Jingfeng looked at her trembling eyelashes, his pupils full of cracks, "I didn't tell you out of selfishness. I was afraid you'd leave me after knowing the truth, just like how we're hurting each other now. I wanted to keep you by my side forever, so I kept it a secret. I think I'll use the rest of my life to make up for the harm I've caused you. I never intended to hurt you, but the person who hurt you the most is me. However deep my harm is, my love for you is just as deep. Shuya, I know you're in a lot of pain now, but please give me a chance—let me hold you, let me heal your wounds, okay?"
His voice carried a plea, sincere without any falsehood.
"Impossible!" Jiang Shuya shook her head sorrowfully, her smile beautiful yet pained, her words resolute, "It will never be possible! I can't give a rapist a chance!"
