A flicker of annoyance passed through the bottom of his eyes as Ling Wuxie sighed with a hint of helplessness, "She has always been desperately avoiding me."
Indeed.
Without any surprise, Han Yingying asked, "Why?"
"She's married now, has children."
That much was quite beyond Han Yingying's expectation, "Then you like this..."
"Even if I am pointed at by thousands and despised by the world, so what? She is Xuexue, whom I cherish as a treasure. I searched for her for so many years, and finally, when I found her, I would never give up no matter what."
"But have you ever thought that this could make her suffer?"
His hand tightened around the glass, knuckles whitening. Then, Ling Wuxie downed the drink in one gulp, his expression full of pain, "Am I not in pain as well?"
Shen Mosheng extended his hand, gently patting his shoulder, comforting him without words.
Because he understood his feelings and persistence toward Ling Xuexue, he could empathize with his pain.
