Chapter 68

Now, the situation had reversed. Dorian was in so much pain he could hardly breathe. He couldn't imagine how Lila had endured such heart-wrenching agony at the time. "Lila, it's my fault. I was so foolish. I had the best person in the world, yet I didn't know how to cherish you." He held her hand tightly, resting his forehead on her palm. His attitude was sincere and reverent, like a repentant sinner. Feeling the warmth and dampness in her palm, Lila turned her gaze toward Dorian. His head was bowed low, and his shoulders slightly trembled. "Lila, please don't be mad at me anymore, okay?" Even though it was midsummer, his fingertips felt cold. He looked so pathetic. Even during the hardest times they had faced together, she had never seen him like this before. This was her boyfriend of five years. She had loved him deeply for three, been accumulating disappointment for two, and ripped him out of her heart in just one afternoon. But she was miserable too, deeply wounded and sti