Xu Qi was stunned. She hadn't thought about this, hadn't thought about marrying Yang Qimu right now. After all, her mother hadn't agreed yet. If she really married him behind her mother's back, what would happen to her in the future...?
Seeing Xu Qi hesitate, Yang Qimu was very sad. He looked at Xu Qi with despair, "Qiqi, don't you like me at all? Don't you want to be with me?"
So many people want me to be with them, but I firmly choose only you. I want to put your mind at ease, and I want you to know that we can be together forever.
But what about you?
Yang Qimu was extremely disappointed and heartbroken, his eyes filled with pain.
"I thought that years later, if things didn't repeat themselves, you would be different, and you would choose me firmly."
Did you know?
He suddenly looked at Xu Qi with deep affection, his expression tinged with sadness.
"I've always known one thing: our future together isn't looking good."
I've firmly chosen you, but you'll hesitate. I know I'll get hurt, but I can't let you go.
As he said this, he laughed again, a self-deprecating laugh, and even deliberately found the right angle to look up at the sky—no, it was a 45-degree angle looking up at the ceiling.
He was so melancholy, like a desperate prince who couldn't win the princess's love; he was like a flower about to wither, unable to continue...
"I...I truly love you more, even knowing this relationship is doomed to fail, I still want to fly like a moth to a flame..."
He was looking at the ceiling. There was a moth fluttering towards the light. He blinked, and suddenly felt a stinging sensation in his eyes. The next second, it felt like something had fallen into his eye…?
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