Looking at Su Muyao's distressed expression at this moment, Wen Nanxi's eyes trembled.
At this moment, it seemed as if fine ice needles had drilled into his heart, the sudden gripping pain making his throat taste of blood.
"Ayao, hate me, hate me if it might make you feel better."
Wen Nanxi felt too uncomfortable inside.
What should he do with her, how should he make amends to smooth out the hurt she suffered.
He had no memory of the past, he had speculated about his own background, never could he have imagined he was merely an avatar.
"Ayao, what can I do for you? Tell me, and I'll do it."
Even if it meant his life.
Su Muyao raised her head to meet Wen Nanxi's red gaze, her eyes seemed to be pricked, and her heart ached a feeling, "Don't say that, really, all that is past now, I'm doing well now."
"If you truly want to do something for me, want me to feel a bit better, promise me, not to act impulsively, not to hurt yourself."
