Even though he had mentally prepared himself, seeing her in person was still hard to accept.
His Xinlan, that beautiful woman, had truly become like this.
Rong Shaoze's eyes flickered slightly, his dark, shining eyes gazing deeply at her as he slowly raised his hand to caress her face.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Lin Xinlan suddenly lowered her gaze, and two lines of tears slid down her eyes.
"You shouldn't have come to find me..." she said hoarsely, choking up, "I can't accept the way I look now, let alone expect you to..."
"..." Rong Shaoze's other hand also cradled her face.
"You should have let me die in peace, so you wouldn't suffer... In many years, you would forget me and overcome the pain... Rong Shaoze, please go back, I beg you, just go..."
The man lifted her face, expressionless except for the exceptionally dark look in his eyes.
