"..." Mo Liancheng's five fingers tightened around the teacup.
Saying you don't care, can you really not care?
However, Mo Yifeng's words were simple, yet profound.
He and Qu Xiangtan had known each other for a long time, but the deep-seated grudges between the Qu and Mo clans made it impossible for them to be together. The hopeless waiting was merely a stubborn attachment in his heart. As long as she was well, he dared not ask for more. Unsatisfactory things happen in the world as a matter of course. For her and for him, such an ending was perhaps the best.
She had forgotten the past.
Knowing she was well, that was enough for him.
In a hoarse voice, Mo Liancheng softly said, "Come down and have a drink with me."
