Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 718 - 721: Love to a Dead End, Spilt Water Can’t be Regained 8_1

Why won’t he look at or listen to her? Why is he so indifferent, even when she’s begging him so humbly... Why can’t she earn a glance from him in return?

When did her love become tainted with dust, and why must it now endure such a tempest?

"What do you want me to do? Just tell me. How do you want me to admit my wrongs? What do I need to do for you to forgive me? I will do whatever you say. I will do it all."

"It hasn’t been easy for us to get to where we are now, through all these trials and tribulations. Don’t let go of my hand so easily, Shaocheng. Please, don’t let go, okay?"

As she looked up at him again, his harsh, unyielding features stared back at her, piercing her heart like a thin, sharp thorn. It couldn’t be removed, and it hurt... it hurt so much it was unbearable!

There were so many things she wasn’t prepared for. Urged by time, she had been pushed to a dead end. She was like a helpless child, gently nudging her head against his knees, clinging to his legs. It was a humble, wounded gesture, yet she held on tightly.

Love had led her to a dead end, and what was done could not be undone.

She didn’t know how long she had been crying. The man remained motionless, a pen in his hand, and a thick file in front of him. He was signing papers, pressing so hard that the pen went through several pages.

He threw his head back, eyes closed.

Allowing the tears to flow from his eyes and into his heart.

After a long while, he picked her up and seated her on his lap. The lap which only ever provided comfort to her, still felt like a comfortable cushion of flesh and blood.

He lifted her chin, watching a string of crystal clear tears. He watched lazily for a long time, then gently licked her tears with his tongue. His movements were gentle, like a man deeply in love, carefully tasting his beloved’s tears.

"Are those tears for me?"

His voice was low and soft, his lashes covering a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

With a flick of Chenxing’s eyelashes, another tear fell.

Her lips quivered. For a moment, she mistook his gentleness as an attempt to comfort her grieving heart.

However, in the next second, he asked casually, "Or are those tears for yourself?"

She saw a trace of coldness and hardness in his expression and softly called out: "Shaocheng."

As a woman yearning for a hug, she impulsively throws herself into his arms. But he rejected her embrace, even showing a hint of repulsion.

He stared at her silently for a while, feeling an intense irritability deep within. Did she feel wronged? Were her eyes swollen from crying?

Her teary and gentle look tugged at his heartstrings.

How had she spent these past days?

Was it like him, under the pale daylight, in the desolate night, whispering her name over and over again in his heart, each time feeling a shudder? Did their names become etched upon their hearts each time it trembled? Were they wrapped layer by layer by loneliness and sorrow?

His heart ached so much it caused his arms to become weak, "Do you love me?"

She clenched his hand tightly and nodded.

He let out a sigh, "How much?"

"So much that you refuse to bear a child for me? So much that you went out to buy Mifepristone?"

"How did I talk to you about it? If we had a child, we would keep it and leave everything else to me. But what did you do? Did you ever consult me? Did you ever ask for my opinion?"

"Did you ever confide in me when you had a problem?"

"Chenxing, you’ve deeply disappointed me."

"I can’t see this love you claim to have!"