After I bring the murderer of my parents to justice, I will resign and pursue my childhood wish to be a painter like my mother. We will live a peaceful and comfortable life together. I will give you happiness, and I will treat you well.
I cherish you in every possible way, okay?"
Lin Han's eyes were glaring, and his tone was full of sincerity and deep love.
"Lin Han, don't be like this..." Yu Keqing did not dare to meet his entangled gaze, which was really unbearable and heartbreaking.
She was afraid that she would not have the courage to say something to reject him and make him give up, so she could only lower her head and break free of his hand.
"Lin Han, let me go...I beg you..."
Lin Han hesitated for a moment, his hand holding her became a little loose, and Yu Keqing took the opportunity to break free.
She glanced at Lin Han with a confused look on his face, feeling a tangle in her heart that could not be relieved.
She promised Cheng Haochen not to see him again, but she hasn't said it to him yet. On the one hand, she couldn't bear to say it, and on the other hand, she really didn't have the courage to say it.
Every time she saw Lin Han, she felt a kind of heartache. This kind of heartache was not the heartache between men and women, but a different kind of heartache.
This heartache made her hesitate and unable to speak out.
He loved her so much, but she kept hurting him unintentionally, making him feel sad again and again.
Sometimes I feel heartbroken for him.
But the words have to be spoken in the end, this is an unavoidable fact.
She grasped her palms tightly, took a few deep breaths, and finally trembled her lips and said slowly: "Lin Han, we don't want to meet again in the future."
The atmosphere froze in an instant, and there was a near-dead silence between the two of them, so quiet that even breathing could be heard.
An overwhelming pain hit Lin Han's heart. His chest felt like it was being hit by heavy objects over and over again, as if it might be cracked open at any time.
His unfocused eyes were cast quietly on the ground, and his whole person was as quiet as a puppet.
After a long time, he spoke slowly, his voice as quiet as still water, floating empty in the oppressive air, "Ke Qing, do you really want to be so cruel?"
Yu Keqing slowly closed her eyes, her face as beautiful as petals was full of helplessness, and her voice was sad and sad, "Lin Han, I'm really sorry."
Her voice, like Lin Han's, was so weak, as if it was like air that would float away when the wind blew.