Zhou Yalin pursed her lips, her pale cheeks surprisingly flushed with a hint of red. She continued her heartfelt confession, "In my heart, our engagement never ended. I know the things in the past were my mistakes, I deceived you, it was my fault. But Ning Yi, I truly love you sincerely. I was just afraid of losing you, that's why I did those wrong things. Could you forgive me this once, for the sake of the years of affection between us?"
As she finished, her eyes moistened, gazing tearfully at Gu Ningyi.
In all honesty, Zhou Yalin is indeed a great beauty, with delicate and perfect features, flawless, her fair skin exuding a pink hue, and her figure was curvy and shapely. Those long legs were particularly sensual and captivating.
When she looked at someone with tears in her eyes, her voice choked with pleading, most men would give in, would soften.
Unfortunately for her, she encountered… the only man who wouldn't soften.
