"That's two different things, don't mix them up."
"Isn't it the same? Okay, then if I say I'm feeling guilty, how would you react? Would you forgive me?"
Xu Anran looked at him and said, "It's not about whether I forgive you or not, it's whether Chong Ming can forgive you. You need his forgiveness, not mine."
Duan Xingzhou, however, curled his lips at this point and said, "I don't need his forgiveness; his forgiveness is worthless to me. What I want is yours, do you understand?"
"You're simply stubborn," Xu Anran said, exasperated.
"Haha, I've always been like this. If I knew how to compromise, I wouldn't love a woman to this extent."
"..."
After hearing this, Xu Anran was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. She wasn't oblivious to Duan Xingzhou's love for her, and her heart wasn't made of stone. To say she wasn't touched would be a lie, but there are so many issues between them, so many things have happened that aren't easily explained with just a sentence or two.
