Why won't he look at or listen to her? Why is he so indifferent, even when she's begging him so humbly... Why can't she earn a glance from him in return?
When did her love become tainted with dust, and why must it now endure such a tempest?
"What do you want me to do? Just tell me. How do you want me to admit my wrongs? What do I need to do for you to forgive me? I will do whatever you say. I will do it all."
"It hasn't been easy for us to get to where we are now, through all these trials and tribulations. Don't let go of my hand so easily, Shaocheng. Please, don't let go, okay?"
As she looked up at him again, his harsh, unyielding features stared back at her, piercing her heart like a thin, sharp thorn. It couldn't be removed, and it hurt... it hurt so much it was unbearable!