Ling Zhenfei felt the same way. When he just saw Liu Bingying, there were so many times he impulsively wanted to rush up and meet her. Perhaps it was just this feeling.
Ling Zhenfei said, "Does it really have to be like this? Can you really stop yourself from seeing me again?"
Liu Bingying said, "What good would it do if I couldn't? Aren't there plenty of girls infatuated with you by your side?"
Ling Zhenfei said, "But I don't want to never see you again in the future."
Liu Bingying said, "Me neither, but we can't speak of it or even think about it."
Ling Zhenfei said, "I'm a normal person. How could I possibly not think of anything?"
Liu Bingying's tears fell, dripping onto the cutting board while she was chopping vegetables.
"I'm sorry, Ling Zhenfei. I can't see you anymore. It took a lot of courage to leave you, but such courage might disappear entirely with just one meeting."
