The mournful voice was filled with pain. Leng Yan stiffened his back, closing his eyes to avoid looking at her.
Ji Wei held him tightly from behind, sobbing quietly, "Talk to me, Yan. Just talk, okay?"
"Let go!"
Leng Yan frowned deeply, forcing his heart to harden.
Three years ago, he had also held her, pleading with her not to leave. But what about her?
Today, why should he stay?
Ji Wei's heart trembled, yet she remained stubborn, "No, I won't let go. Yan, even if you call me despicable, I won't let go."
She wouldn't let go; she had let go once before and knew how much she regretted it now. How great it would be to choose again.
"Yan, I love you." She whispered and hugged him even tighter.
"Ha, love?"
Leng Yan suddenly chuckled lightly, forcibly prying her fingers open one by one. He turned to look at her, the corners of his mouth lifting in a mocking smile, "What a joke. I once mistakenly thought you loved me, but you woke me from that dream with one sentence."
