Even now, nine years later, she still feels like the thorn in her heart has not been completely removed.
Instead, it's festering there day by day, making her feel excruciating pain.
"Yanhe." She called out to him weakly, "It's not that I haven't thought about our future, but it wasn't until the incident at home that I suddenly realized that I am not qualified to pursue happiness."
Lu Yanhe's thin lips almost formed a straight line; he found it amusing, yet couldn't laugh.
"You're not qualified to pursue happiness, so did you have to destroy mine ruthlessly and without remorse?"
He didn't understand.
He didn't understand why, even today, she still had an air of superiority, showing no signs of repentance.
The pain he has endured over the years cannot be erased by her mere words of "sorry, helpless."
Lu Yanhe looked at her, his eyes deep and cold, "Also, I said that no matter what happens, I will face it together with you."
Su Jia's chest felt heavy, unsure of how to respond.
