He spoke slowly and with difficulty, his eyes filled with despair.
Bian Yue watched silently, not uttering a word.
"Bian Yue, you know I always seek gain, why do you still hold such naïve thoughts? You understand me, anything I do, I must have results," Li Sihe's voice was hoarse, the smile on his lips forced. He paused, then added in a low voice, "Even if you never speak to me again, I won't let you go."
He seemed to be speaking to himself rather than to Bian Yue, as if trying to convince himself.
There was an almost shattered light in his eyes. Amidst Bian Yue's silence, his hands clenched into fists, and he spoke softly again, "You're tired, I'll take you to rest."
Bian Yue brushed his hand away and walked out.
She had no more desire to speak to him—right now, silence was the best outcome between the two of them.
Bian Yue knew that Li Sihe would never let her go.
