Gu Yuheng suddenly felt that she wasn't really kneeling on the keyboard; she was kneeling on his heart, specifically on its most fragile spot, causing him intense pain.
"Can you stop kneeling, please?"
"I can't."
"But you haven't done anything wrong."
Lin Chuxia pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling lightly, then she spoke in a low voice filled with emotion, "I just said some really nasty things."
"It's okay, those weren't your true feelings." He didn't believe she could really be so harsh toward him.
"But those words hurt you." Although they were said impulsively in anger, it was still wrong.
"They did hurt quite a bit." As she spoke those heartless words expressionlessly, his heart almost broke. He felt like a fish out of water at that moment, as if someone had grasped his breathing organs.
"But I don't blame you. Can you please get up?" Gu Yuheng said.
