"I'm telling you, her name is Su Rou, she is the only woman I've ever loved in my life, I can't betray her, I can't hurt her!"
Ye Ling said solemnly.
At this moment, his words came sincerely from his heart; he couldn't bear to deceive Luo Li, yet he didn't want to see her get hurt either.
On one hand, it was because of his feelings for Luo Li, and on the other, he didn't want to hold her back.
Hearing Ye Ling's words, Luo Li's expression changed unpredictably. She kept shaking her head, tears already blurring her delicate features, her face overwhelmed with grief, a mysterious sorrow welling up inside her.
She knew Ye Ling was telling the truth, yet she still harbored a sliver of hope, wishing it was all an illusion, hoping Ye Ling could feel a flicker of affection for her—that would make even death worthwhile.