As if infected by her emotions, Chu Xinian's breath caught, and he instinctively grasped her slightly cool hand.
He gently encircled her small hand in his palm, attempting to pass his warmth to her, and softly called her name: "Yi Ren, don't cry."
Qin Yiren choked on a sob, her eyes filled with tears. Thankfully, the surrounding darkness hid her current disheveled state from the man.
A big tear hung on her slender eyelash. She blinked, and the tear fell down.
There were countless things she wanted to say. After pondering for a long time, she finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Chu Xinian, from now on... don't be so gentle with me anymore."
His gentleness made her sink in, even though she knew the two of them no longer had a shared future, she was still obstinate, unwilling to let go.
But the ending was predetermined from the start, forcing a moment's happiness would only result in more pain for both.
No matter if he feels regret or guilt...
