Han Luoli's hand remained rigid in mid-air, numb, prickled with pain.
The deep pools of his eyes meanwhile grew cold. It turned out, a single action, a word from the other person could inflict such immense damage.
Gu Xiaoer, holding her frail shoulders, shook her head as she looked at him, equally hurt. Watching his expression, she too was reluctant to let go, but a thousand words were stuck in her throat, hard to articulate.
As their gazes met, the intertwining of their eyes was filled with complexities that were difficult to clarify.
"Xiao Er..." the man surrendered, tentatively taking a step forward.
The girl immediately backed away, a crystal clear tear still hanging at the corner of her eye, her shoulders trembling, shaking the man's heart into disorder.
She was still trying hard to restrain herself.
