She neither needed him to take responsibility for her nor needed Mo Jiashuo to love her. Her feelings were just this simple; silently loving him was enough.
When she was with him, she was already prepared for a breakup, so when he abandoned her, she didn't feel much heartache.
Mo Jiashuo's ink-black eyes slowly dispersed because of Tang Die's words, revealing a bit of relief—though he wasn't sure why suddenly he felt lightened.
She still loved him…
Mm, that was enough.
This thought floated up in his mind, and the heaviness of the past few days suddenly vanished into thin air.
Mo Jiashuo raised his hand, ruffled Tang Die's hair, and said nothing more before turning to leave.
Watching the man's back, Tang Die was astounded. She pinched herself hard to confirm that Mo Jiashuo had really been there just now and had kissed her.
Otherwise, she would have truly thought it was merely her imagination.
But why did Mo Jiashuo come here?
Just to kiss her?
