However, at this point, whether it's an apology or persistence, it's far too late.
She has already walked too far, far away; in this lifetime, it's impossible to talk about starting over again. Instead of pitying him, she might as well pity herself.
So, no matter how agonizingly he hurts now, it's nothing more than regret coming too late. What meaning could it have?
"Let go of me!"
Her gaze cooled slightly, and Yan Xiaye resolutely tried to push him away with force, showing no hesitation in her expression—a demeanor strikingly similar to his, yet laced with cold indifference. "Li Beicheng, I'm not a pawn you can summon at will or discard as you please. Even if you possess wealth and status others dream of attaining, the world won't always bend to your wishes. At least I won't."
Li Beicheng remained motionless, blocking her path. His heart was weighed down, hollowed and aching, the pain in his dark eyes intertwined with a barely perceptible plea.
