He lay as stiff as a board. Normally, this would be the happiest time of day for him. The day's hustle and bustle was over, and he had his soft, warm girlfriend by his side... But Chen Yuan couldn't feel happy at all. His spirits were incredibly low.
He couldn't stop thinking about the issue with her personalities. But thinking about it brought no answers, only anxiety and restlessness.
As for this impossible choice, it wasn't just that he couldn't figure it out now—he feared that even if he were given months or years, he still wouldn't be able to make a decision.
He couldn't accept losing either of them.
He couldn't help but think of Ningning's gentle and pure appearance, that aura of hers, like moonlight on fine gauze... If he could never see her again...
Chen Yuan felt as if his heart was being squeezed, the pain so great it was suffocating.
