Yuan Shen, ignoring Qin Qian's struggles, forcibly pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice low and hoarse.
"Qianqian, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. I won't go out and flirt anymore, I won't make you sad again. I won't do anything you don't like. You always forgave me before; this time, please forgive me once more, please?"
"Qianqian, I love you."
Qin Qian couldn't escape his embrace, so she let him hold her. He kept whispering words of remorse into her ear, and tears still fell from her eyes, yet her heart had grown numb.
Over these ten years, it was always like this: arguing, silent treatment, reconciliation, then arguing again, silent treatment again, and reconciliation, looping endlessly.
They loved each other and tormented each other.
As time wore on, love was gradually worn away.
If possible, she really, really wanted to forgive him one more time, just like the countless times before.
