Listening to these words, Zhong Qing's heart was in turmoil.
She felt her heart beating little by little.
He was lost for a long time before she gently leaned into his arms. There was a touch of tenderness in her eyes, as if her essential self had replaced rational love.
She called his name in a low voice: "Young Marshal..."
"Um?"
"Thank you..." She sighed slightly and said this.
She listened to his heartbeat and said word by word: "Thank you for being so kind to me... Do you know? In this world, apart from the second sister and Zhuoran, you are the only one who is so kind to me.
It’s…”
Yi Jian hugged her, feeling a little pain in her heart.
"But... Young Marshal, do you know? I'm not worth it for you."
Zhongqing's tone was a little dazed, and there was loneliness between her brows: "I don't deserve to be loved so deeply by you... because I don't deserve it... Even if your deep love is only for a moment, I actually deserve it."
I can’t fall in love...because...I don’t want to love."
When Zhong Qing said the last words, the atmosphere in the room stagnated for a while.
She lowered her head and did not look at him.
She confessed herself to him.
She didn't dare to look at his expression.
"Before, I said that I like you because I want to stay by your side...I don't really like you."
She told the truth.
At the beginning, she felt very scared, but after talking about it, she felt that it was not that difficult. At least, she felt better in her heart.
She had already, already, couldn't deceive him anymore.
"If you don't want to love, don't love anymore." Yi Jian's voice sounded clear and gentle: "No one is forcing you to love."
"As long as I love you, that's enough."
As long as I love you, that's enough.
If you really don't have the courage to love, then... don't love.
It doesn't matter... In my world, I allow you to be so unscrupulous and only enjoy without paying.
When Zhong Qing heard these words, she suddenly stretched out her hand and hugged Yi Jian fiercely. With unprecedented initiative, she buried her head deeply in his chest.
Could this man...could he not move her so much?
Yi Jian was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. He slowly closed his eyes, smelling the faint mint fragrance of the woman in his arms, and felt peaceful in his heart.
