Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Looking into Xirong Ziye’s eyes, Bai Yaoyao could clearly see the longing for her in them. If it was her from the past, she would definitely be touched to see it, but her heart has already withdrawn itself from him.
Now, the sight of Xirong Ziye would only make her sigh. “Xirong Ziye, you should know that ever since you abandoned me, from the moment you chased me out of the White House, we’ve become strangers.”
Xirong Ziye’s face paled immediately, and almost all the color receded from his lips.
“Yaoyao, I’m the one to blame.”
“Xirong Ziye, it’s meaningless to apologize now. Truly, you don’t know my feelings nor the despair I felt at that time. I don’t hate you. After all, it was me who insisted on loving you. You don’t have to beg for my forgiveness as well. I don’t resent you, and I hope you can live your life well!”
All of that was because she met Duan Yanhao. It was him who healed her broken heart, so she was now thankful for her life. With regard to Xirong Ziye, there was nothing to hate.
Indeed, a person’s heart was so fascinating. When you found your happiness, it would be easy to lessen the pain of the past.
Xirong Ziye shook his head violently. “No, Yaoyao. I know that I’ve wronged you, and I know that you hate me. I’ve just not seen myself clearly. Now that I do, I just need your forgiveness. I will do anything you say.”
Bai Yaoyao sighed. “Xirong Ziye, I do not hate you, and you do not have to ask for forgiveness. Seeing you will only remind me of the pain I felt back then. If you truly love me, let’s be familiar strangers. You will be the president while I lead my own life.”
Bai Yaoyao’s voice sounded indifferent, and her eyes were equally calm and quiet.
Xirong Ziye started to panic because he realized a problem. Perhaps forgiveness was not the issue right now—Bai Yaoyao’s heart might no longer have him.
This realization scared him and caused him to panic.
“Yaoyao, you… you still love me, right?”
Bai Yaoyao laughed self-deprecatingly. “What is love, and what is not love? Xirong Ziye, can you tell the difference?”
Xirong Ziye nodded seriously. “Yaoyao, I can clearly differentiate now. You’re the most important in my heart. I do love you.”
“Xirong Ziye, it’s too late. Truly, it is. It’s better for you to leave!”
As she said that, she turned around to walk into the villa but was stopped by Xirong Ziye, who grabbed her arm. “Yaoyao, don’t be so cruel, okay?”
Bai Yaoyao eyed her arm and slowly removed it from Xirong Ziye’s grasp. “Xirong Ziye, back then, when I said the same thing, what did you do?”
This retort caused chills to run down his spine. His head whirred as if it was going to implode, and his face turned paler.
A feeling of helplessness surged up his mind. It felt as if he could no longer hold onto Bai Yaoyao anymore.
Xirong Ziye’s expression was cold and miserable as he said, “Yaoyao, my heart hurts because you are not willing to forgive me. I would rather you kill me than ignore me.”
Bai Yaoyao took a deep breath. “Xirong Ziye, I have a new life now, so you should have yours too. I gave you many chances, but you did not cherish it time after time. I only hope for you to be able to cherish others in the future.”
“Yaoyao, have… have you fallen in love with another person?”
