"Yue'er, do you really have to be so distant with me?" Nalan Ye gazed at her with a hint of hurt in his eyes. In the darkness, the girl's face was still like cream, fair and lustrous, and her bright black eyes sparkled like stars.
She had grown up, her figure fuller and rounder than before, yet she had become even more stunningly beautiful.
Mu Qianyue's lips pressed together lightly. She had said everything she needed to say, hoping that he would understand one day.
"Yue'er, you may not love me, but you can't take away my right to love you. Loving you is my business, even if it's one-sided. I have no regrets." Nalan Ye restrained the urge to hold her in his arms, looking at her with deep and tender eyes.
In nearly a year without seeing her, the longing in his heart had almost overwhelmed him. When he saw her again, she was standing gracefully beside Nalan Jing. At that moment, his heart ached as if it was bleeding.
