Mo Hexuan asked from behind her, "Do you hate me a lot?"
Qin Youxue just gave a silent smile.
Is it just hate?
But even if it is hate, what does it matter?
She simply cannot leave him.
"Let's go."
Qin Youxue wiped her eyes, turned her head, and said to Mo Hexuan.
"..."
The man didn't speak, just stepped forward to gently hold her hand, and led her away into the distance.
Coming out of the mountains, then boarding a plane, by the time they arrived at Jiangcheng's airport, it was already the next morning.
Qin Youxue hadn't slept all night, feeling extremely exhausted. After getting off the plane, there was already a black Bentley waiting at the door. Mo Hexuan led her into the car, then pulled her into his arms, ruffled her hair and said, "Sleep."
Mo Hexuan's embrace was very warm. Qin Youxue closed her eyes, but what filled her mind was Yu Wei's tearful eyes. At their last meeting, in such a scene, Qin Youxue felt her heart ache as if cut by a knife.
