Su Li sent this message, her eyes reddening, her fingers trembling slightly as she pressed that glaringly red button "Delete."
From now on, Su Li and Mo Si Huang will truly become strangers on separate paths.
In the rest of their lives, may they each be well.
Mo Si Huang sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the sheer curtains flutter in the cold wind, filled with a beautiful atmosphere.
He lowered his head, his deep black eyes fixed on his phone's WeChat, but his heart felt cold to the extreme.
He threw the phone aside and looked at his own hands.
Clearly, clearly this is what he wanted the most, the freedom he had always yearned for.
Now that he's truly obtained it, why isn't there a trace of joy in his heart? Instead, why does he feel so cold to the bone?
A thin mist gradually appeared in Mo Si Huang's eyes, and he couldn't help the terrifying thought that emerged in his mind.
