A fashion queen

Hearing this, she was confused and asked in bewilderment: "Why not? If you like it, then you like it. Why have so many concerns?" She really couldn't understand the reason.

He sighed, speechless. He couldn't express his inner thoughts. He was doing this all for her own good, so why couldn't she understand his good intentions?

"Excuses, all excuses! You don't love me at all. You've only ever treated me like a burden! You're just dying for me to remember everything so you can legitimately rid yourself of me, right?" She felt as if her heart were being pierced by thousands of tiny needles, the pain unbearable. Tears welled up in her eyes like a flood. Her entire body trembled with grief and rage, and she roared at the silent man before her. But even after she finished, a deep sense of powerlessness washed over her. Her legs gave way, and she crouched down, clutching her head tightly in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Yue'er..." Looking at the woman before him who was in so much pain and grief because of him, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, a pain so severe that he could hardly breathe. He wanted to rush over, hug her tightly, and tell her in person that he loved her too. However, his mind told him that he absolutely couldn't do that, because he knew in his heart that if he tried to comfort her now, it would only cause her more harm.

"I don't need your false pity and sympathy. Please go away right now!" she said, struggling to hold back her tears, her voice filled with tears and resentment. Although she tried her best to appear strong, the slight sway of her shoulders betrayed her deep sorrow. However, no matter how hard she tried, the pain deep within her heart could not be vented, causing her immense torment.

Mo Yunting knew that he could never just abandon her and walk away. The love hidden deep in his heart had already overflowed and was impossible to let go.

"You... are truly despicable... I've already put aside all my pride and dignity to confess my feelings to you, but why do you still refuse to accept my sincere feelings?" She slowly raised her tear-filled eyes, bit her lip, and stared at him with resentment. At this moment, she desperately wanted him to turn away and not witness her in such a state of disgrace. But he showed no sign of leaving, and remained standing silently.

"What do you want me to do with you?" His eyes, as dark and deep as a deep pool, locked onto her tear-stained, heartbreaking face, as if he wanted to see through her eyes all the pain and struggle within her heart. In that instant, an irresistible urge surged within him, and he almost reached out to embrace her shaky body, but reason, at that crucial moment, warned him not to do so.

"I just want you to love me!!" She suddenly stood up and threw herself at him without hesitation, her lips pressing against his like a flood. At this moment, she no longer cared about anything else. Even if others said she was drunk or doing it on purpose, it didn't matter. Because if she couldn't get his love, then she would rather create memories that belonged only to her.