How did she house such an idea?

"I won't do that again to you."

"It's fine by me." The ruffled and hurt Boazhai Dayu displayed an understanding expression.

"You might not outrightly say it, but it's insensitive of me to read your heart and, more so, to say it out loud." [You don't mean harm by loving me; I appreciate it. But I want you to be happy, and being with me might not allow it.]

I directly transmitted the last sentences to Boazhai Dayu.

Her eyes felt heavy and weak; tears clustered. But she held herself well.

'You make it look like you care, but sincerely hurts me more. After all, you can casually decide what's best for me; I can't endure it much longer. I wish I never…, sigh.'

Boazhai Dayu paused her sentence with a sigh; she could hear her rapid heartbeat. She couldn't tell when she grew the gut to say her thoughts. But she suddenly remembered I could read them.