"This has to be a dream. Otherwise, how could you suddenly be here when you're supposed to be busy in Linzhou? It's so far away."
Chen Yuan raised his hand to wipe away Jiang Yao's tears, a pang of heartache welling in his eyes.
He knew full well that he was the one who had forced Jiang Yao to leave Lanjing. If it weren't for him, she might still be living a happy life. She'd be a carefree homebody, probably staying up all night in her room watching anime and ignoring her sister's nagging.
If it weren't for him, Jiang Yao wouldn't have cried so many times.
But the two sisters didn't know that every one of their questions, every time they cried, was a torment to Chen Yuan's conscience. He, too, was struggling endlessly inside, often wondering if he had been completely and utterly wrong from the very beginning.
In any case, their dream-like romance had come to this.
He had flown thousands of miles to be here, and it was, of course, to make Jiang Yao understand.
