"Yan Sijue... I promise you..." she barely held his hands, "I won't let you worry anymore, please forgive me this time..."
Her face remained as pale as paper, her cheeks streaked with tears, leaving her looking indescribably pitiful and panic-stricken.
The man hugged her tightly, gently kissing her cheek, "You don't need my forgiveness. You haven't done anything wrong. Everything I've done for you is of my own free will. You don't need to blame yourself."
She nodded while sobbing, trembling in his embrace.
Yan Sijue's heart ached terribly, "Don't be sad, okay? It's all in the past, your tears are breaking my heart."
She had just woken from a coma, and he knew this wasn't the right time to discuss this matter, but if he didn't clarify, it would feel like a thorn in his throat, and she would let her mind wander too.
Yan Sijue thought fiercely, nothing and no one could come between them!
"Okay..." She wiped her tears on him and managed to smile, "I won't cry anymore."
