Su Li gazed closely at Shen Ye's sleeping face, his handsome features looking exceptionally charming in the soft light. Her eyes were filled with yearning and inner conflict, but finally, her rationality gradually returned. She gently picked up the blanket she had been using and carefully draped it over Shen Ye. Then, she slowly got up, turned her back to him, lay down on the other side, and let out a soft sigh.
She truly felt that she was unworthy of Shen Ye's love. He was so outstanding, while she carried the faults and regrets of her past life. She didn't dare, nor could she afford, to provoke him again; she could no longer bear to see the injured look in his eyes, which made her heart ache as if it were being gnawed by a thousand ants.
Perhaps some people are destined to be kept only in the depths of one's heart, becoming nails that can never be touched—painful and bleeding at the slightest contact.
Chapter 114