Bian Yue said, "I don't love you, yet I live recklessly relying on your love, which is unfair to you, Shen Jinci. You are a kind person, and you deserve complete love."
"Bian Yue, I don't need complete love," Shen Jinci's hand rested on Bian Yue's left chest, probing gently over an indistinct distance, his voice was low and husky, "If it's you, as long as it's love, I don't mind what kind it is."
Bian Yue was startled, looking at Shen Jinci's earnest expression, her heart seemed to be tightly grasped. She felt cherished yet also guilty.
But Shen Jinci had clearly offered everything, his every expression seemed to say, all is up to you.
He had given her the power of life and death over him.
Bian Yue grasped Shen Jinci's hand; the man's fingertips were warm. Bian Yue held tight and whispered, "Shen Jinci, I can't be so heartless. If I give you my love, it will be wholeheartedly. Right now... I can't give it to you yet, but give me some time, maybe..."
