In his heart, she had already betrayed him. This thought was deeply ingrained; when he said he didn't care, it was actually tantamount to forgiveness.
Before their love even started, it had already been burdened with so much forgiveness...
Love only needs one word, but what's built on the foundation of "to continue loving" is too much, too much...
So much that it was more than they could bear.
Tong Ran's hand, holding the dagger, finally drooped down.
Looking over his shoulder, she lifted her head to gaze at the incandescent light above. The bright light made her eyes sting. "Mo Nanjue, I often think how wonderful it would have been if I weren't Tong Ran and you weren't Mo Nanjue—if we were just an ordinary man and woman on the street..."
