Li Qingshen felt a deep pain and anger in his heart. His lips were pressed pale, and after a long while, he directly grabbed her hand, pulling her to a secluded place, his voice cold and low: "Why do you have to do this?"
Ling Momo lowered her head and said nothing.
"Do you have to go to Vienna, even if it means breaking up with me?" Li Qingshen, who had always been gentle with Ling Momo, finally shouted sharply.
Ling Momo's body trembled slightly; she raised her hand to grab Li Qingshen's arm and said, "I don't want to break up with you!"
"Then don't leave me, don't go to Vienna!" Li Qingshen answered simply, without thinking.
