"If your answer is able to satisfy me, I'll forgive you for everything: for not coming to meet me, and for..."—Lu Jinnian paused, remembering the night he had received her text, and his eyes darkened, but quickly, his tone stabilized—"everything you once said to me, I will be able to forget it."
When Qiao Anhao finally saw a glimmer of hope, she stopped crying and looked straight into his eyes. "Tell me."
After crying for such a long while, she wriggled her nose, looking exceptionally pitiful.
"Qiao Qiao..." After a moment of silence, Lu Jinnian continued as he looked into her eyes with pain, "Give me a reason."
Confusion settled on her face. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Just then, Lu Jinnian's suppressed voice reached her ears. "Give me a reason to believe that you love me."