The rain, seemingly endless, poured relentlessly into the deep of night. The intensity of the downpour had not diminished in the slightest, as if the heavens themselves were lamenting.
Shi Che leaned against the sofa, his head tilted back, pupil nearly paralyzed as he stared at the ceiling. The noise of rain should have filled his ears, but gradually, only Ling Chuxia's voice remained, clear and distinct, word by word.
She'd said "I beg you" twice. A voice weary and pleading. He loved her, yet he had driven her to desperate begging. How tragic could such affection be?
Despite the tragedy, not a trace of the desire to give up lingered in his heart. He had decided to give up once before and had tasted the despair that followed. Hence, from the moment he resolved to seek out Ling Chuxia again, he told himself he absolutely could not give up a second time.
But now, what was he to do? Could he really ignore Ling Chuxia's pleas and continue to persist?
