Actually, I Love You

As Fang Zhou slowly awoke, a bone-chilling cold swept over him, penetrating every corner of his body.

The cold seemed to come from the depths of hell, piercing his skin and reaching his bones, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Under this icy stimulus, Fang Zhou opened his eyes, trying to shake off the suffocating cold.

However, as he took in his surroundings, despair washed over him—the bright lights were blinding, almost too intense to face.

Around him, a cacophony of voices rose and fell like crashing waves, overwhelming his fragile nerves.

Fang Zhou focused and realized he was surrounded by five or six burly men.

They were muscular, with sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on him, expressionless.

They clutched various weapons, clearly having waited for him.

At the center of this circle stood Qiao Sisi.

She stood silently, like a statue.

Her beautiful face showed no emotion, just quietly watching Fang Zhou.

As if waiting for him to speak.

Faced with this situation, Fang Zhou’s heart sank.

He sighed inwardly, “As expected… I couldn’t escape.”

A deep sense of helplessness arose; he knew resisting was futile, and he’d soon be taken back.

The yaks seemed to have vanished, leaving him alone with the one he’d leaned on.

Seeking warmth, Fang Zhou unconsciously clung to the yak, holding it tightly.

Perhaps the unfamiliar faces scared it, causing its hooves to paw the ground restlessly.

It seemed ready to bolt at any moment.

Seeing this, Fang Zhou stood up, releasing the yak with compassion.

The yak bolted like a wild horse.

Fang Zhou patted his numb arms.

He clasped his hands, blowing warm breath into them for warmth.

He ignored the curious stares around him.

Finally, Qiao Sisi couldn’t bear it anymore.

She stepped forward, her eyes filled with sorrow, like deep lakes, gazing at Fang Zhou.

“In this freezing weather, you came here… Do you really hate me so much? Can’t you bear even a day and night with me?”

Her voice was full of sadness and despair, each word seemed to flow from a broken heart.

Qiao Sisi exuded a fragile, pitiable aura, like a flower swaying in the wind, ready to wilt.

Her demeanor overlapped with his dream.

Recalling Qiao Sisi’s desperate gaze in the dream, as if her world had collapsed.

Fang Zhou’s heart trembled, thinking: This is bad! I must calm this “weapon” down.

Or he’d end up like the unfortunate Cheng. (tln : Cheng xin, one of chinese’s popular series)

He shook his head, his lips moving as if controlled by a mysterious force, switching to sweet talk mode.

“No, how could I, Sisi, I truly love you.”

His voice was deep and magnetic, like heavenly music.

These words weren’t empty; they were heartfelt.

If he felt nothing for Qiao Sisi, he wouldn’t even want to speak to her, let alone their complicated history.

Fang Zhou’s bright eyes turned serious and slightly sad.

“But I’m truly sorry, because in my heart, there’s someone else besides you.”

His tone was full of helplessness and guilt, as if burdened.

“I know you can’t tolerate divided feelings. So, I can only say sorry.”

He stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

He took her hand, placing it on his chest.

With each heartbeat, he tried to convey his deep affection.

“You must know, you’re the first woman to move me. How could I hate you?”

Fang Zhou gazed at her, his eyes firm and gentle.

His words seemed sincere…

Qiao Sisi’s icy gaze began to melt.

Her brow moved slightly, touched by his words.

She murmured, “Then why did you run at night?”

Such a dangerous, cold place—did he prefer freezing over being with her?

When Qiao Sisi knew he’d run, her heart darkened completely.

She restrained herself from attacking him upon seeing him.

She gave him one last chance.

Now it seemed the chance was right; he said he loved her.

When asked why he ran, Fang Zhou’s expression stiffened.

He glanced at the sky; the bright moon was now hidden by clouds.

The sky was pitch black, with no stars.

“The dew tonight is white, the moon is bright in my hometown.”

Fang Zhou recited softly, then looked at Qiao Sisi, speaking clearly.

“You know, my sister just had surgery and is having a rejection reaction. If I’m not with her, I’m afraid something will happen.”

“I have only one sister. I’ve given so much for her; I can’t fail now.”

“I know you don’t mind if I hate you, but I don’t want to hate you, so I chose to leave.”