At this moment, Xia Yuxun twisted her fingers, her mind storming with internal conflict.
If such a scene had taken place before everything happened, it would have surely been the happiest moment of her life.
But now, this dream-like moment weighed on her shoulders like a heavy mountain.
When exactly had she become so timid and indecisive, constantly second-guessing herself? Where had the fearless Xia Yuxun of the past gone?
Suddenly, her heart was seized by an immense panic.
In this love affair, she had even lost herself.
Across from her, Leng Sichen watched the deep pain and self-mockery on Xia Yuxun's face, his heart clenched as if gripped by an iron fist. He felt he could almost predict the outcome...
Indeed, in the next second, Xia Yuxun lifted her head, her gaze cold as she slowly said, "I'm sorry."
Three words.
Not "I do," but "I'm sorry."
