Zhan Nanjue was still watching her.
He watched her from the water as she stood on the shore.
His gaze seemed to hold too many emotions.
She seemed to see the unrest in his eyes, like surging waves, sweeping over her heart.
He would prefer her to be hysterical, which would indicate she was angry and speaking impulsively.
But at this moment, her voice was so calm.
Every word she said was orderly, her emotion was subtle, and it wasn't because of a sudden impulse.
It seemed she truly felt that way. She intended to act on it.
It wasn't out of anger at him, but a request.
A request for him to leave her sight, to stop bothering her, to stop meeting her, to stop entangling with her, and most importantly, to stop loving her. Because her love for him had stopped, and would never start again.
"So, am I sentenced to life imprisonment?" Zhan Nanjue also felt his voice was calm.
