C572 Choice

"Why are you crying?" Sevan's concerned voice was so gentle that it could drip water.

An Manrou sniffed, and then used all of his strength to pull her hand out from the big, warm hands: "I might not be able to stay with you anymore, maybe this is fate and no. Let me go … …"

"Why?"

It was obvious that he could not accept this result. He had clearly seen hope just now, holding hope in his hands