Sang Yan didn't refuse.
She went along with his kiss.
If this body was what he ultimately desired, then she would grant it to him.
But as he kissed, he stopped again.
"Enough..."
He collapsed on top of her, murmuring, "He is a true gentleman."
He knew He Ying hadn't touched her since.
In that case, how could he take away her purity?
Like this, he could no longer give her happiness.
"I'm sorry."
His tears fell, dripping onto her neck.
Drop after drop.
Warm wetness.
Sang Yan's clothes were also wet,
She didn't leave but instead reached out to pat his back and softly asked, "Do you regret it?"
"...I don't regret it."
He remained stubborn, "No matter what I become, Ah Yan, I don't regret this journey."
This period of fugitive life was his beautiful dream.
If he had the chance to do it all over, he would still make the same choice.
Only he would do it better.
Not let her get hurt.
Not let her suffer.
"Ah Yan, I love you."
"Why do I love you so much?"
