Dong Xin Yan expressed her apologies, her guilt, speaking sentence by sentence, but he could no longer hear what she was saying. The only thing lingering in his ears was that sentence, "I'm sorry, I can't marry you today."
Can't marry...
Can't marry today...
But Xinxin, is it really just today? When you truly recover your memory, you probably won't marry me ever again, will you?
Dong Xin Yan looked at Cheng Ziyang standing there, his black eyes filled with sorrow and despair. He stared at her, as if he had a thousand words to say, each one pleading with her to stay. Yet his thin lips trembled, moving but never uttering a word.
He was still the same, treating her as well as ever, never willing to force her to do anything, even now when she was being so unreasonable, not showing a single angry look, nor uttering a word of blame.
The bitterness in her heart surged violently, and Dong Xin Yan's eyes suddenly turned red.
