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Chapter 198 I'm Sorry, I Love You (22)

"No, you wouldn't know, if you knew, how would you be willing to let me try this taste of despair again—"

As she spoke, Qu Qingge's voice became very low and ethereal, and she slowly leaned on Wen Qiyang's shoulder, humming softly:
'The frizzy hair beside your bed says cruelly that lingering love is no match for momentary pleasure—'

'Your passion betrayed my love and cost me my life'

'I sold a world for ashes—'

'Sweet dream, wake up soon--'

Wen Qiyang hugged her body, and every word she uttered was like whipping his heart with a whip, bloody and painful, even breathing felt like a luxury.

Qu Qingge's saying is very correct, if he really loves her, how can he be willing to let her suffer so much.

but--

He just wanted to prove her feelings for him a little bit, and he never thought of hurting her.

but--

He still hurt her—

He ignored her feelings, and ignored that she, who looks strong on the outside, is actually so fragile after taking off the disguise, as if she has a glass heart that will shatter when touched.

The woman in his arms was fast asleep, and the last words she said before going to sleep made him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

"I don't want to love you anymore—don't dare to love you anymore—I'm going to be myself—"

It’s not that I don’t love, I don’t want to, I dare not——

Wen Qiyang sighed, hugged her into the quilt, and helped her take off her tattered clothes.

He rummaged through the cabinet, and all the clothes were shredded by her.

He suddenly understood that she loves to cut clothes, not because of willfulness, but because she wants to cut off all his emotions.

Wen Qiyang went back to his room, took a T-shirt of his, changed it for her, then sat by the bed and looked at her quietly.

She slept soundly, but her curled eyelashes were still stained with tears.

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead lightly, then murmured:
"Qing Ge, do you know? My heaven and my hell are all you—"

"When you're with me, it's heaven, and when you're away from me, it's hell—"

"I never wanted to let go of your hand. This time - it's my fault, it's my fault. After you wake up, you have the strength to hit me, don't you -"

"The love I gave you should be flawless, but I let it be stained with dust, please forgive me, please—"

Wen Qiyang's voice was choked with sobs, he wanted to cry, but he couldn't, but he was crying, the tears in his heart, melting his heart, his blood, his bone marrow, silently, only he knew.

Getting close to her heart is like digging a tunnel. No matter how deep or long you dig, as long as a stone falls, it may block the way to her heart.

Wen Qiyang rubbed his eyebrows, gently lifted the quilt, and fell asleep beside her, holding her petite body in his arms, sucking her fragrance deeply.

"Qingge—I love you—"

"Sorry, I Love You--"

"I will spend my whole life in exchange for your trust—"

"My person, my heart, my love and hate, are all controlled by you—"

"So—whether you forgive me or not—I won't let you go—"

"I'll always love—always love—"

(I am in a bit of pain writing these chapters, woo woo ~~ Next, eat candy! Hehe!)
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