Wang Xiangxiang could no longer pretend upon hearing how Chu Lian had so patiently restrained himself for her sake.
For the sake of their being together, he, the Eldest Young Master so high above all else, was willing to humble himself so deeply. If she were to continue to push him away coldly, she dared not imagine what would become of him.
By now, she was already crying her heart out, wanting to respond to him, to warm his heart at this moment.
Tell him that she loved him, deeply, dearly; she couldn't be without him.
She reached out and pried his fingers open one by one.
Seeing Wang Xiangxiang still pushing him away, Chu Lian felt his heart plunge into the abyss. Was he unable to retain her affection even after all this?
His arms fell limply to his sides as he stood there in defeat, as if his soul had been lost, feeling disappointment, helplessness, agony!
