The evening breeze was blowing his clothes. Under the wide sleeves, he clenched his hands into fists. He stood still like a sculpture, but his trembling cuffs betrayed his current mood.
"After letting go of me, where else can you find someone who loves you more than me?" Ye Nanxi took back her gaze and looked at the man in front of her. She stretched out her hand again. "You know the meaning of that red-haired jade cicada, so I will take it back."
He was still silent, but Ye Xiaoxi did not withdraw her hand this time. Xiao Xuan only felt that the palm in front of him was a little hard for him to breathe.
Under this situation, her undivided love for him had turned into a sharp sword that pierced his heart.
She knew that he loved her, so she let him clearly know that she once loved him l
