Qiao Chengxun's powerful frame trembled slightly; she was resisting him, and it was obvious.
"Meimei..."
"What do you want?"
"You're leaving me, aren't you?" The man's tone carried a touch of melancholy, tinged with loneliness.
After waiting for more than a month, he ended up waiting for her rejection.
He had thought that Meimei would give him a chance.
On the plane back, he had even envisioned their future, thought of putting the wedding ring back on her finger, imagined walking with her into the church, envisioned making her the happiest bride in the world...
There were still so many things he hadn't given her, things he should have given her earlier, but he had lost himself in another muddied world, thinking that as long as she loved him, he could selfishly complete his unfinished business.
He had absurdly squandered her love, Meimei's love for him...
Qiao Chengxun couldn't imagine if his world would once again plunge into ruin without Meimei by his side in the future.
