Li An'an didn't want their last moments together to end on a sour note, so she listened to his obviously angry words in silence, avoiding further provocation.
Chun Tianle stepped forward, drawing closer to her. He happened to glance at the bed where she had slept, and saw the striking bloodstain on the pristine sheets—clearly the most precious blood of a girl's virginity. He froze, his pupils constricted, and felt even more reluctant to let go.
Suppressing his anger, he held Li An'an's arm and spoke in a soft tone, "An'an, you love me, I know it! I made a mistake two years ago and let you slip away. This time, no matter what, I won't let go!"
Listening to his urgent, flustered voice, Li An'an's heart ached, and she finally looked up at him. "But I'm getting engaged in a week," she said. After the engagement, she'd be leaving the country.
"You said yourself there's still a week, that's enough time."
