When he pulled away, his eyes were also a fiery red.
Shen Lin's gaze was slightly moist, the reddened eyes carried a hint of persistence and yearning, he spoke slowly:
"Forgive me, please, I was truly wrong. The person I've loved from the beginning to the end has only ever been you."
Li Zaijun's eyelashes lightly trembled, her eyes were red, yet as if out of sheer stubbornness, she refused to let tears fall, only looking at him through misted eyes:
"You're lying again, clearly your first love—"
"There was never such a thing as a first love. I asked your brother and sister-in-law to help me with this favor..."
The conversation stopped here, as if nothing more needed to be said, everything seemed clear, understood.
Her brother and sister-in-law had conspired with Shen Lin to help him with today's proposal.
Shen Lin looked down at her, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb, his eyes slightly reddened, his voice filled with self-reproach and heartache for her:
