Li Chenghao's voice was pale and feeble, sounding like a mix of persuasion and pleading.
At this moment, all that came to Han Xi's mind was the image of Lu Jinghan.
She missed this man very much right now.
"Li Chenghao, if you don't want me to hate you, then let me go quickly."
Han Xi's hands under her clothes clenched into fists, her voice indifferently distant as if speaking to a stranger.
The moment Han Xi finished speaking, Li Chenghao's deep eyes became desolate, as if he were a wandering soul without flesh and blood.
"Xiao Xi, I love you, from beginning to end I've only loved you. Come back to my side and let's start over, okay?"
