บท 192: Why Couldn't It Have Been Me?（6）

Perhaps the position was too uncomfortable, for Lu Jinnian, who was embracing Qiao Anhao, slightly shifted his body, pressing her even tighter to himself. His chin coincidently was on top of her forehead, and he lightly rubbed her hair. Then, he lowered his head again and gave her long hair two pecks. After feeling satisfied, he muttered disorientated, "You don't even know. I've been waiting for you for so many years. When will you ever come to me..."

Lu Jinnian's voice grew fainter. Then, eventually, it disappeared completely.

During the party, even though every one of his answers were short, they were filled with his unwavering love for that woman. As Qiao Anhao sat by his side, every time she heard his response, she felt a knife brutally stab her heart.

Now intoxicated, his words were full of deep emotions, which was even more hurtful.