Li Qingshen slowly released Ling Momo's wrist. He nodded, a terrifying calmness about him as he said, "I understand."
Then he turned around, got into the car, pressed the accelerator, and left.
His series of movements appeared no different from that of a normal person.
Dignified in appearance, graceful in posture.
Only he knew that within, he was already shattered to pieces.
And obsession is thus named because, even in death, it doesn't change.
Even though he couldn't have her, he knew his obsessive love wouldn't cease.
Sadly, he could only force himself to stop and retreat behind her, watching her figure from a distance.
Between him and her, it had never been a love shared by two. It was always a solo battle he waged alone.
Now, he didn't know what more he could do, or what he should do.
It wasn't her fault, really.
In love, there's no such thing as fairness.
It was he who had recklessly charged ahead without thought.
