"Qianqian, please stop chasing me." Zhang Changyang sighed, halted his steps, but didn't turn around. His gaze fell on the endless mountains and rivers before him. "So many years have passed, we're no longer the reckless youths we once were. Back then, I wronged you. You should consider me a beast, you..."
"Brother Changyang, it's been so many years. I've chased you from youth to old age, and do you still want to keep hiding from me?" Nian Qianqian's tears never stopped. "Look back at me. My hair that was once so beautiful is now white. Do you really want to let the rest of my days be spent exhausting myself in this pursuit?" She closed her eyes briefly. "I'm tired..."
"Why do this?" Zhang Changyang's voice carried a nasal tone, and if one could see his face, they would surely notice his reddened eyes. "Someone like me, it's not worth it."
