"Unless I die, I can't let go!" Ye Haofan's deep eyes locked tightly onto Han Yingying's pearl-like, glossy dark pupils, his expression was stubbornly undisguised, resolute.
"Ye Haofan, please release me, let me be free, and set yourself free, would you?" Han Yingying's voice broke as she pleaded."
What she needed, Ye Haofan couldn't provide.
What Ye Haofan could give, she couldn't accept.
Ye Haofan laughed self-mockingly, "I am no longer free!"
His heart was dedicated to her, and her happiness was his happiness.
Her pain was his pain.
Wherever she went, his heart followed, deeply influenced by her. How could he be free?
He had never imagined he would one day love someone so crazily.
But from the moment Han Yingying burst into his world, his heart had sunk and he was powerless to stop it.
So, he let it be.
Han Yingying said she had someone in her heart, so he concealed his feelings.
Han Yingying wanted to see Shen Mosheng, and he helped.
