If You Let Me Go

The knuckles of Jiang Xuecheng's fingers were distinct. When he gently caressed her lips, it felt a little cold.

Su Wan closed her eyes and finally mustered up the courage to say those words from the bottom of her heart.

"If we continue like this, we will only hurt each other. If you let me go, you will also let yourself go."

Su Wan's voice was very soft, but there was a deep despair in it.

Like a person whose heart had been hollowed out, or like a moth that had been dyed into ashes by fireworks, there was no longer any hope.

When he heard Su Wan's words, Jiang Xuecheng's body suddenly trembled. He quieted down and moved his fingers away from Su Wan's lips.

Such beautiful lips, but why were the words that came out always feel so cold?!

The man's eyes dimmed. He lowered his head and approached Su Wan without any warning.