Maimai lowered her head to avoid letting him see her inner thoughts.
Sheng Sheng half-closed his eyes and once again lifted her chin: "Maimai, aren't you going to talk? Hmm?"
His voice was low, like a dream murmur, soft, as if a hand was gently soothing her restless heart.
"Don't avoid my question, Maimai. You should understand, if I really want to find out the reason, you can't hide it."
Maimai closed her eyes tightly and shook her head in resignation, showing vulnerability in front of him for the first time.
"I don't know, I wasn't afraid of others taking you away, nor did I, out of jealousy, skip lunch and dinner like a madwoman. No, I didn't want to possess you that badly, no, not at all."
Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and this time she was truly crying. It wasn't an act, nor was she pretending. She was scared—scared of losing her own heart.
