Momo stared in disbelief at the handsome, resolute man in front of her.
Forcing herself to suppress the pain that surged in waves like a tide, she opened her trembling lips, "Was it Tang Jinchen who told you?"
Three months?
A hint of bitterness emerged at the corner of her lips.
Is he pitying her?
But she didn't want pity, nor did she want him to see her when she couldn't control herself; she didn't want to ruin his impression of her.
Ye Zhan's deep and dark eyes tightened as he reached out and pulled her tightly into his embrace.
The body in his arms stiffened, unable to break free.
"..."
"Momo, even if you want to break up with me, don't push me away at this time."
"But I don't want you to worry."
"Then why did you sacrifice yourself to save me?"
Ye Zhan's voice was filled with pain and heartache.
He would rather die himself than let her be harmed because of him.
Now she was hurt, yet she wanted to push him away.
This left him in a dilemma.
"..."
