"Beicheng, Mom knows what feelings you have for that dead girl, how could I bear to deceive you with something like this?"
Shen Aili calmed down, took a tissue to wipe her tears, and said hoarsely, "If it wasn't absolutely necessary, no matter how bitter or difficult, your dad and I would rather bear everything ourselves than make you do something you don't want to do."
Hearing the confirmation from his mother's mouth, Li Beicheng held his breath, as if he had undergone a brutal torture of a thousand cuts, with blood and flesh everywhere.
For so long, even though he and Yan Xiaye had already reached a dead end, he still stubbornly refused to let go.
Even though Yan Xiaye's hatred for him was visible and never concealed, he still deceived himself, numbing himself into not cutting the last thread of connection with her.
