He stared at her, his eyes bloodshot. "Xixi, am I not even allowed to talk to you anymore?"
Her gaze was elusive, never meeting his.
"Xixi, it's all my fault. It was always my fault for not firmly stopping my mother's actions. But I've learned my lesson now. I will never listen to a word she says again, nor will I let her interfere in our lives in any way... Xixi, please give me another chance..."
She turned away miserably, her voice chillingly indifferent. "Xiaojue, don't be like this. We're over."
He took a sudden step forward and tightly grabbed her hand, his voice raspy. "No, how could we be over? Xixi, I'll take you away. Let's leave this place. We said we'd go to the United States together—I've made up my mind and won't delay any longer. Last week, I submitted my transfer application to the company. It will just be the two of us, no one else..."
Her eyes were painfully dry, as if from unshed tears, and the bridge of her nose ached with sorrow.
