Shirao's words seemed like a dagger stabbing into his heart, carving into it blade by blade. It seemed that even if his flesh and blood were indistinguishable, she would remain indifferent.
"You're lying to me!! Six thousand nine hundred days of affection, how could it just end like this!! You still like me, don't you? Even if you don't, you could still give me a chance, right? At least give me a chance to change, a chance to make amends..."
"No!" Shirao said, "Return the album to me. All of this is already in the past."
Zhan Nanjue shook his head, "No!! I won't let everything become the past."
"Zhan Nanjue, is it because I speak too gently that you think I'm giving you a chance? Stop dragging it out, act like a man who can let go, will you? That's the only way you deserve the affection I once had for you."
"The love I want is not just something from the past!" Zhan Nanjue said.
