With a silence that pierced through his marrow, Bei Lingfeng's crumbling emotions surged back again like a tornado, and he said with immense anger:
"Shu Jiaojiao, just say it, say you love me, why can't you admit it?! Why can't you face your own heart directly?! You've always been daring and decisive, brave and courageous, so what are you still afraid of?! I'm saying... do you women always have to be so reserved? Must you always be so cold? We've come to this point, why can't you say it? Is it really that hard to speak the truth?! Right now on this phone, it's just you and me, nobody else will hear, as long as I hear it that's enough, I won't tell anyone, you won't lose face, what else can't you say?! I'm a man and I've already thrown away my pride, what are you still caring about?! Huh?! So... just say it... Shu Jiaojiao, why won't you say it, say something..."
By the end of his speech, Bei Lingfeng was almost shouting.
