"Ye, I only do this for one purpose, I want to stay by your side.
Even if you misunderstand me, stop me, or choose to stand opposite me, you will not achieve this goal."
Ling Xue took a deep breath, "Even if I go to poverty and fall into hell, I won't give up!"
Situ Ye looked at Ling Xue in silence.
"You... Don't you have a word to say to me?"
"No."
"That's all." He waved his injured left hand, and a touch of bright red appeared on the moon-white spring shirt showing fine gold threads, sliding down the sleeves to his fingertips.
"Don't dare to be the first for the world. After all, you are afraid. It's just a dream. Flowers bloom and fall, but the dream is in vain after all." Turn around and say goodbye.
"Do you remember the promise we made ten years ago?" Situ Ye's muffled and low voice echoed in her ears, but no one answered her again.