Ning Wan's tone was like a murmur, her voice so soft that, if Lu Jingchen's hearing wasn't extraordinary, he probably wouldn't have been able to clear her last words, "Would he really bear to see the woman he loves get hurt?"
Lu Jingchen didn't know how much effort Ning Wan mustered to utter that line.
Indeed, after saying those words, Ning Wan felt as though a heavy stone was pressing on her heart. This emotion was not unfamiliar over the past two years, but it had never made her feel so suffocated like this before; initially it was a smooth repression, then gradually it became sharp-edged, slowly morphing from suppression into pain.
Biting her lips faintly, Ning Wan almost tasted blood, only relaxing her hold after a long while.
