Ai Lin grew increasingly impassioned as she spoke, her hand clenching Bo Siyan's collar tightly, the veins on the back of her hand popping up. She continued in a hoarse voice, "Siyan, consider this me begging you, okay? Come back to The Imperial Capital with me. Once we're back, you won't be influenced by Ning Xia anymore. We can be just like before. I've said I won't force you to marry me now, I can wait for you. One day, you'll like me too."
It was as if she was persuading Bo Siyan, as well as convincing herself, "Believe me, we really can make it. Or else, whatever kind you like, I can change. I'll change until you like me, okay?"
Her tears fell like pearls cut from a string, dropping one by one, her face streaked with tear marks, pitiable to behold.
The normally straightforward and assertive Ai Lin, who would never shed a tear no matter how many times she was knocked down, now wept so desolately, so heart-wrenchingly, all to hold onto her love.
