She cried until her heart was broken.
He listened, feeling an extreme heartache.
That was the Qiqi he treasured since childhood, why was she so sad?
After a long while, she slowly calmed down.
He reached out to cradle her face, "Qiqi, will you come back to France with me? Our roses are about to bloom soon!"
His fingers gently traced her cheeks, softly brushing aside a few strands of disheveled hair to tuck them behind her ear.
"If you're unhappy in Hong Kong, let's leave! In France, you can continue your studies, learn the film and television scriptwriting that you love, you can perform in operas, do what you enjoy. You won't have to worry about others' opinions and thoughts at all."
His voice was low and tender.
It was like a spring breeze blowing through her heart, melting a block of ice within.
Haha, what a beautiful dream.
It was the dream she had since she was a child.
Unfortunately, he came too late.
Such a good Brother Siyuan, she was not worthy of him.
