The cell phone in her palm fell to the ground, and as she lifted her eyes, she saw Li Qingshen, who was just within reach. It took her a long while before she, with trembling lips, squeezed out a sentence, "I'm sorry."
Li Qingshen, who had previously had a warm and exquisite demeanor, turned somewhat pale, somewhat cold. He stared directly into her eyes and said, "What did you say?"
She found his gaze terrifying, and without control, she bowed her head, avoiding his eyes, and softly repeated, "I'm sorry... I can't marry you... I still have feelings for someone else."
"But you like me too!" Li Qingshen declared with finality, grasping her slender wrist tightly and saying, "Ling Momo, I love you! You must marry me!"
She shook her head, tears filling her eyes, trying to struggle free from his imprisoning hold, but he only gripped her tighter and even pulled her into his arms, holding her fiercely.
Suddenly, Li Qingshen lowered his head and sealed her lips with his.
