Waves of bitterness welled up in her heart, and Jin Jumo turned her face away, resting her forehead against his chest, "Brother, I really love him."
Jin Jumo's throat was terribly hoarse, and just thinking of that person weakly calling her name on the phone made her heart ache as if it were being torn apart.
Mu Qinnian's hand paused slightly on her head, his gaze fixed on the blue veins protruding on her fair neck due to her restraint, his thick eyebrows knitted tightly, "Blame Brother?"
Jin Jumo closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted her head from his chest. Her peach blossom eyes, reddened and dry, looked at him, pulling her lips into a pale smile, "I don't blame you. Because I know, in this world, you are the person who most wishes for my happiness."
And you said, you wouldn't stop me from being with Rong Mochen, I believe you."
