"Get out," Wen Wan said slowly, closing her eyes as tears streamed down uncontrollably, her voice carrying a husky note.
Mo Siluo, however, held onto the woman, unwilling to let go, his cold lips gliding across her cheek, kissing the wet trails of her tears, choking out, "I'm sorry."
Wen Wan lay powerless beneath the man, as her bent knees slowly straightened. Her lips quivered, as if she was holding back something.
"Wanwan," Mo Siluo cupped the woman's face, softly calling out, "Wanwan."
Wen Wan's lips remained tight, and she refused to open her eyes, ignoring the man's calls.
"Wanwan, as long as you let me stay, I won't get married," Mo Siluo's lips met the woman's eyes, his voice unsteady.
"..."
"Speak to me, I beg you," Mo Siluo caressed the woman's cheek, his voice pressed to a whisper, "Can we start over?"
