“Han Bing, I love you.”
His voice was a little hoarse. Liu Yang held Han Bing’s hand, his fingers trembling slightly. Those brief words landed on Han Bing’s heart like a thousand heavy burdens, leaving her struggling to breathe.
Han Bing gave Liu Yang a helpless sidelong glance. What an outrageous joke. Who was Liu Yang? One of the biggest stars in the entertainment industry, a top-tier singer. And who was she, Han Bing? Just a woman who made a living by showing her face and smiling all day. Look at that serious expression on the man across from her. Han Bing felt a wave of disdain. No wonder he was an actor. Even when putting on a solemn act and telling a deadpan joke, he could make it seem real.
Time passed minute by minute. After a long silence, Han Bing looked straight into the bright eyes before her. “Do you regret letting me go that day?” That was the only possibility she could think of.
“I don’t. I’ll never regret it. Han Bing, I’m serious. Believe me, I’ll make you happy.” The dim light fell across Liu Yang’s handsome face, making him look especially sincere.
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