Anran couldn't quite describe her feelings at this moment. There was gratitude, there was resentment, but in the end, it all turned into a deep sigh.
"If only you had realized this sooner, why did it have to come to this?"
Duan Xingzhou held her hand, his eyes now a bit clearer. "I regret it, Anran, I regret it, isn't that enough?"
Anran tried to pull her hand back, but he held on tighter.
"What's past is past. Time can solve all problems. After a while, you'll forget about this and start anew."
"I don't want to start anew. I don't, I only want you. I don't want anyone else. They're not you..."
Saying this, Duan started to cry, like a child, so pitiable that it tugged at one's heart.
"Sweetheart, believe me, I was never serious with them. I don't like them at all..."
"If you don't like them, why were you with them?"
"I... I..." Duan stammered, not daring to look at her. "I was bewitched, but I've changed. I truly have. Believe me."
