"Do you need something?"
Han Yifan's extremely cold voice came through the receiver, and at the thought of what he had said at the hospital entrance that day, Yu Yan's face felt a bit flushed.
However, in her heart, there was still an indomitable voice shouting: He's lying to you. You grew up together since childhood, as childhood sweethearts, and you love him so much. How could he possibly regret knowing you, regret falling in love with you? No, definitely not. As long as you try, there will always be a chance.
Sniffling, she forced herself to calm down, softened her tone, and slowly said word by word, "Yifan, I know I was wrong, and I know how outrageously wrong I was. Please, for the sake of all the past we shared, forgive me this once, okay?"
"Yifan, I swear to heaven, I love you, and up to now, I've only ever loved you. So, I'm begging you, begging you to give me a chance, okay? Please..."
Her voice gradually fell, and regretful tears streamed from Yu Yan's eyes.
