Han Yingying furrowed her brows, somewhat unable to comprehend, "Ye Haofan, is that still you if you are like that?"
For the sake of someone, to completely abandon oneself, is that still oneself?
Even if you were accepted, would it still be you who is accepted?
Ye Haofan's tone grew somewhat urgent, "I don't care whether it is me or not, I only care whether you are by my side."
What is the self?
In front of Han Yingying, he never knew.
He had long ceased to be himself; why bother about how to change?
"Ye Haofan, even if you change, you will never become the person I want because the only person I want is Shen Mosheng, only Shen Mosheng.
In this world, there is only one Shen Mosheng, unique and irreplaceable. No matter what you do, you will never become him. So why not lift your gracious hand and let us go; let each other go?"
Han Yingying felt even more exasperated, not knowing how she had become entangled with such a terrifyingly obsessive man.
