But he, Yiran, would still become that heartless man who leaves her behind.
After a long silence, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he murmured softly into her ear, his voice rough with difficulty, "I promise you, I'll come back. When I return, we'll have the wedding ceremony again, alright?"
His voice was so soft, so tender, as if he was afraid of crossing her bottom line again and igniting an emotional outburst.
Yet, even with his submissive tone, she still couldn't control her emotions.
She cried and shook her head in his arms, "No, I don't want you to leave."
"Zaozao." He sighed helplessly, his tone patient as he coaxed her, "Don't be like this. I'm just leaving for a short time. I'll come back, alright? Please, listen to me."
She threw a tantrum, staring at him tearfully, "You don't even know when you'll be back. How long do you expect me to wait for you?"
"You have no idea how I endured it without you before. You don't care about me at all."
