He turned toward Han Weilin, his face pale and stricken. "Weilin…" His voice cracked, raw with confusion and fear. "Did I… already break off the engagement?"
Han Weilin could only nod, her expression distant yet filled with pain. "You did," she whispered.
At her words, Jiang Wei's shoulders slumped as though the world itself had collapsed upon him. His lips parted, but no sound came out for several seconds.
Then, slowly, he began to sob.
"No… no, that can't be…" His tears fell freely, his voice shaking. "I...Weilin, I swear, I never meant to hurt you. Please, you have to believe me. I love you. I've always loved you."
He crawled toward her on trembling hands and knees, desperation raw in every movement.
"Please, give me a chance. Punish me if you want. I'll do anything...just, don't turn away from me."
But Han Weilin stood still, unmoving. Her heart ached, but her eyes held no forgiveness.
