C32 Swimming Lake

"Yueli, Yueli. . . I, I really like you. But. . . Why do you not like me. . . "

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. It even carried a strong heartache and sorrow. The soft muttering sound was like a melodious sad tune, the listener's heart hurt.

Bei Yueli looked at the woman lying on the bed. His mind recalled the words she had said, and his heart was filled with complex emotions