"You tolerate now, and eventually you might abandon your dignity and self-respect. Tell me, how could I possibly allow that?!" Mu Qinnian's voice was cold, yet every word was precise.
Jin Jumo's eyes slowly welled up with redness, her throat moved lightly, yet she couldn't retort a single word.
Because she herself felt that, in her current state, as long as she could stay by Rong Mochen's side, she could truly abandon her self-respect! She was already so dependent on him!
Jin Jumo's heart suddenly began to throb with a fine, dense pain. The fear of the unknown exploded in her mind for a split second, and then tangled into a web of confusion that couldn't be unraveled in another instant.
Mu Qinnian gazed at Jin Jumo's long lashes trembling lightly, sighed softly in his heart, and reached out to pull Jin Jumo to his side, the two siblings leaning together at the windowsill.
