"I... I..." Qin Yi stammered, seemingly exerting great effort before he finally spoke a complete sentence. "I hope you can stay..."
Nangong Zhongli's hand on her knee, her fingernails slowly clenched into her palm.
She didn't make a sound, but looked at Qin Yi with a gaze that seemed somewhat puzzled.
It was this look, almost like silent consent, almost like encouragement, that made Qin Yi feel his blood surge through his body once again; he stood up straight and took a step forward.
"Zhongli, can you stay? You must know, in this world, there are many who care about you, who love you deeply. Zhongli, please stay, will you? Everyone makes mistakes; one mistake does not mean a person is utterly worthless... As long as you're willing to give yourself a chance..."
