"No."
Before Lu Yinxing could speak, Xia Ye firmly answered with two words.
But these two words still shocked Lu Yinxing.
Lu Yinxing didn't expect this answer.
It seemed it wasn't the answer she wanted.
Yet Xia Ye answered so seriously.
Unexpectedly, it was no.
Lu Yinxing was stunned for a few seconds, almost reflexively asking for confirmation: "Why?"
Xia Ye turned his head and said, "Lu Yinxing, I will never let go of your hand. If one day you leave, it must be because you've severed my arm, dug out my heart, killed my soul. If that's the case, then I wouldn't be able to find you again."
These words indeed shocked Lu Yinxing.
She didn't expect Xia Ye to speak so gravely.
For a moment, it felt like a tsunami in her heart.
Lu Yinxing could feel Xia Ye's intense emotions.
Comparing this emotion with Lu Yinxing's indecisiveness, she felt guilty.
Xia Ye always had this unwavering stance.
