Finally speaking her thoughts, Yan Xiaye felt a slight relief in her heart.
Some things are easier said to strangers than to people you know well.
The figure outside the bed curtain stopped in place, not too far or too close, asking in a hoarse voice: "Why?"
Yan Xiaye immersed in her own thoughts, a self-mocking smile curling her rosy lips: "It's simple, I've fallen for a man I can never have, continuing on would only bring pain."
"Then it's better to cut it short than to prolong the pain. Sometimes giving up is smarter than being stubborn, though not necessarily easier."
"But this is the only solution I can think of. I'm already in so much pain, if it gets any worse, I'm afraid I'll collapse... I mean truly collapse."
With a few words bearing her heart, Yan Xiaye shrank under the covers as if afraid of the cold, hoping it would bring her enough comfort.
