Han Yi lifted her eyes and stared at him blankly.
"Han Yi, I know, I was wrong before. Only after you left did I realize that the only woman I truly love is you. For the past five years, I've been blaming myself, I've been searching for you. I know it was my fault for losing you, but now I've found you! Please let me make it up to you, okay?"
His voice was extremely soft and gentle, filled with deep allure.
She looked at him, almost overwhelmed by him.
After a long while, her lips trembled, her hands also quivered slightly, and large tears rolled down.
She was very sad.
"What is it? Did I say something wrong?" He stared at her, his eyes filled with concern.
He reached out to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes.
But she shivered, continuously stepping back, evading his fingers.
After a long time, she shook her head.
"No, you can't make up for it; what's lost can never be regained."
She suddenly turned around and hurriedly rushed out.
