Yet that placid voice filled Li Changyu with a sense of heartbreak. He dared not respond, and for a moment, they both fell silent.
Zhang Huai had forced out the words, and now he only felt an emptiness inside. He clutched his chest, where the gloves Juhua had made for him were tucked away. He had been moving things earlier and, afraid of ruining them, had taken them off and put them inside his coat for safekeeping.
It wasn't that he was spineless or afraid to fight for her; he was reminded of Yu Qin.
If Juhua didn't like him, if she was unwilling to marry him, then he could never be like Yu Qin had been, clinging desperately and refusing to let go. But aside from that, no one could stand in his way.
'Besides, I'm a man. Am I supposed to stop eating and sleeping, or even go jump in a lake over this? If I did that, Juhua would only look down on me even more.'
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