Song Youman seemed as if she was struck by an acupoint freeze spell, maintaining that gesture without moving.
Han Zhijin waited for quite a while, and when the anticipated pain did not occur, he turned his head to glance at Song Youman.
When she met Han Zhijin's gaze, the tears at the bottom of Song Youman's eyes suddenly fell: "You... all these years, wasn't your refusal to come home because of me? What you did last night, wasn't it also because of me?"
"Isn't it just that you don't want to drag me down, thinking you're not worthy of me?"
"There's really no need for this; if you don't want to be with me, Song Youman, you could have just told me directly. I, Song Youman, am not the kind of person who clings desperately!"
"Just like at the beginning, you barely spoke a word about that night. You didn't want to take responsibility for me, and I never begged you to do so!"
As Song Youman spoke, her eyes reddened even more, and the tears fell even more fiercely.
