Ye Ying wore an expression of agony; as someone who usually bled rather than cried, his tears seemed to whirl in his eyes. It was as if the years spent with Lan Xihe had suffocated him to the brink of death.
Seeing Ye Ying's painful expression, Lan Xihe felt as if a dagger was fiercely stabbing her heart.
The spot on her heart had already been stabbed into a bloody mess.
The medicine forcibly poured into her mouth didn't even taste bitter.
No bitterness could compare to the bitterness in her heart.
"I didn't destroy you, I love you..." In her heart, Lan Xihe repeated these words incessantly.
"Lan Xihe, do you know what the years have destroyed in me?" Ye Ying's voice was hoarse, and a tear uncontrollably fell from his left eye, streaming down to his neck.
Some tears were scalding, burning the words he wanted to say right off his lips.
For him, voicing these words would mean revealing his cracked and unsightly wounds, bloodily displaying them for others to see.
