Chapter 1151 - 1148: I’m Sorry, I Love You 1

Yan Xixi couldn’t come to her senses.

Because it was extremely unexpected.

She had imagined countless times the scene of their reunion, but she thought it would be much later, when everything between them would have become calm and indifferent.

Reuniting, perhaps, they could even deliberately wipe away their grudges with a casual smile.

She had also thought that he might search, look for a time, and when he couldn’t find her, he would despair; after all, in this kind of disaster, he wasn’t an Immortal, how could he predict she survived?

People might search for missing relatives, but cannot search for deceased ones.

Half a year was enough to heal wounds, even if it was regret, it would already be calm like clouds and wind.

She absolutely did not expect to meet at such a moment, in this place—a New Year’s Eve again—as calculated by the time difference, it was exactly New Year’s Eve that day.

Until the warmth from those large embracing hands came, until the scorching coldness on her neck... her heart trembled, but she remained dumbfounded, not saying a word.

It was his first time shedding tears in front of her.

In fact, she had never seen him cry, that stubborn man, sometimes tough and overbearing, sometimes cunning and scheming, but absolutely unrelated to tears. She couldn’t even imagine him crying.

But at this moment, he was shedding tears like rain, soaking her neck.

Instinctively, she wanted to struggle, but he held her tighter; reason reminded her to run away quickly. Yet somehow, her legs lost their strength, her entire person weak, just staying dumbfounded, without even the strength to resist, her mind blank.

Even feeling very, very tired.

She had already walked a long road alone, endured many arduous years, even countless lonely and desolate nights, and just recently almost reckless mood. All sorts of emotions piled up in her heart, but she couldn’t exert any strength, nor could she speak; if she spoke, it would reveal the secrets in her heart.

And he, was just holding her, holding tightly.

Suddenly felt a relief.

Thousands of sorrows, countless regrets, almost despair, finally, holding her, could never let go again.

Never.

He had sworn many times, if there was a day of reunion, in this life, he would never let go, even if it meant the dullest, most uneventful companionship.

No idea how much time had passed.

The night grew deeper, the wind got stronger, and the fluttering snow became denser.

Yan Xixi’s legs almost froze, her reason slowly began to awaken. Finally, those large hands slightly loosened. But it was just an illusion; he spun her around and kissed her before she could react.

She immediately turned her head away fiercely.

He was stunned, clearly seeing her hands pushing against his chest, her attitude firm, but trembling slightly in panic. No, she had to leave quickly, the further the better.

She immediately broke free from him, stepping back several paces.

"Xixi..."

"Don’t... don’t come closer..."

These words were stuck in her heart, her mouth dry, stammering—so much so that no sound came out.

But before she finished speaking, he already rushed over, holding her again, his voice still choked: "Silly girl... silly girl..."

She struggled, but he simply lifted her up, striding towards the car.

But after just a few steps, he stopped.

Because he noticed her determined struggle, if he used more force, she would probably get hurt. He slightly loosened his grip, and she suddenly broke free, turning to run.