Chi Yunxi finished speaking and went out. Watching her limping away, Mu Shengfeng's heart ached fiercely, like a wound torn open just yesterday.
Mu Shengfeng, who always believed that men don't cry easily, suddenly had reddened eyes.
His hands tightly clenched the blanket, the knuckles making a cracking sound, but Mu Shengfeng was completely unaware, his mind echoing Chi Yunxi's recent words.
I love you; it has nothing to do with you.
You can choose not to love me, but you can't stop me from doing what I want to do.
...
Yunxi, I love you, how could I not love you?
Hot tears dripped from his eyes, falling onto the blanket, also landing on the back of his hand. Mu Shengfeng, as if burned, suddenly released his grip.
At this moment, all of Mu Shengfeng's persistence began to waver.
For the sake of his ideals, his mission, he fulfilled so many people, yet he disappointed the one he loved the most.
