Just as Gu Haoyu was about to take the next step, Lin Ruonan pushed him away.
Looking at the man with misty eyes, Lin Ruonan spoke in pain, "Brother, do you pity me? If you feel sorry for me because I've gained nothing from my feelings in the past twenty years, then there's no need to pity me. I'm not that fragile."
Gu Haoyu felt his heart ache as he looked at Lin Ruonan. She had devoted twenty years of feelings, and how was he any different?
They did not need anyone's pity; the perseverance they had shown deserved more respect.
He embraced her again, speaking solemnly, "Nan, I don't pity you. You don't need pity."
In Lin Ruonan's astonished gaze, Gu Haoyu held the girl in his arms again, expressing his feelings through his actions.
He used his actions to tell her what she meant to him.
If Lin Ruonan's heart had been confused before, now it was shattered into pieces.
"Brother, I... I just remembered, Father asked me to go to the Guard Team today."
