Love, inherently, is supposed to be mutual, such a precious and pure ideal; he did not want to tarnish her beauty with disgraceful and devious acts.
Li Qingshen's eyes were filled with warmth and deep affection as he slightly opened his mouth.
"Su Chen, actually, I'm not in pain now. I have a respectable excuse to stay by her side, and I feel very satisfied."
"In one's lifetime, the good times are limited—once they pass, they diminish; my happiness, she gives it to me. I can't risk losing that, so I'd rather live like this now. At least, I'm at peace and happy."
Su Chen suddenly didn't know what to say.
He had always known that Li Qingshen was different from him, Qin Sheng, and Yi Qian. As a child, he was mischievous, and later went abroad to study academic subjects, not like them, who were trained to take over family businesses.
So, unlike them, he would not resort to any means for love!
