Suddenly, a wave of heartache hit her, and she seemed to see the endless despair Heber exuded before collapsing.
That sense of incredulity, that complete shattering of the spirit.
Especially when he said, "Why? What did I do wrong?" Ye Xixi's hairpin, about to land on Heber's throat, froze in an instant.
She abruptly pulled back her hand and slammed the hairpin onto the table.
"Leave. I don't want to celebrate any Valentine's Day, nor do I want to have any candlelit dinner. Go, I don't want to see you!"
Ye Xixi suddenly stood up from the chair and tossed the hairpin to the floor. Before she regretted it, she did not want to see Heber.
Heber, seeing her at a loss, for the first time upon hearing her say "leave," curved his lips into a striking smile.
"Xixi, you don't have the heart. You still don't have the heart to hurt me."
"What?"
"You know that if you miss this opportunity, you may never have such a good chance to leave Clarence Island again."
