Shi Che's voice was soft, like a gentle breeze brushing past her ear. Ling Chuxia, with her eyes wide with panic, looked at Shi Che's sympathetic gaze. The fear in her heart felt like it was being soothed by a tender, large hand, slowly easing her fright and anxiety.
Indeed, the Shi Che of now was no longer the Shi Che of the past.
The man before her loved her deeply, risking his life to protect her, unwilling to let her suffer even the slightest harm. How could he treat her in the same way again?
Yet, even as she tried to convince herself, a lingering melancholy remained in her heart. Ling Chuxia lightly bit her lower lip, her gaze struggling and hesitant.
Shi Che did not want to force Ling Chuxia, but they had to overcome this barrier eventually—they couldn't have a platonic love forever. Better a short pain than a long one.
