"Xia Hua, can you understand how I feel?" Jiang Zhiyu gazed at Li Yuan, her voice utterly helpless as she asked, "What do you think I should do now?"
Li Yuan was stunned. In this situation, how could he possibly tell Jiang Zhiyu what to do? If he were in her shoes, a few slaps to his own face would be getting off easy. Dumping his own body in the Huangpu River would have been a distinct possibility!
Because love is selfish. It's impossible to share with another person, unless one's love for someone surpasses all ethics and morals, or…
Li Yuan shook his head slightly and sighed. "Little Fish, I'm not qualified to make this decision for you. This is my fault. I will support any decision you make."
Hearing Li Yuan's response, Jiang Zhiyu felt a pang of disappointment. She had wished so desperately that he would unhesitatingly say to her, "Come back, Little Fish!"
