His Woman

Blake was silent. The gaze that fell on her was even deeper than the ocean, his back was ramrod straight. He stood still.

Avery's emotions became even more out of control, and tears still continued to fall, "Blake, do you have to force me like this? Will you just stop if I die?”

She curled up into a weak ball, crying out sorrowfully and despairingly. Blake's brows furrowed deeply, his chest felt as if it had been struck by something heavy, and intense pain spread through his limbs and bones. He subconsciously stretched out his arm, wanting to wipe away her tears and ease her pain. However, his arm was frozen in mid-air and didn't land for a long time.

"Alright, I'll go. Avery, I will grant you your wish if this is what you want." In the end, Blake gave in, he picked up the jacket left on the side and turned to walk out, but the moment he held onto the door handle, he hesitated.

He turned his back to her and said in a low and hoarse voice that sounded like the saddest tune on a cello,