The sudden declaration caught Xiao Mo off guard, and by the moonlight that fell on his face, he slightly lifted his head.
At the doorway, the man was tall and slender with sharp and profound facial features, only his deep eyes were filled with countless sorrows, like the bottomless waters of a dark pool.
Xiao Mo knew that Shen Chi was talking about him and Xu Chaomu.
After a long pause, Shen Chi gathered his overcoat and tied the scarf Xu Chaomu had knitted for him before stepping out the door.
Soon, Shen Chi's figure melted into the night.
From Xiao Mo's perspective, the figure possessed an aura of desolation and solitude.
Each step Shen Chi took was heavy, and as time slowly passed, his figure disappeared in the pre-dawn darkness.
Xiao Mo exhaled a sigh, there was too much trouble and strife between them...
But then, who could ever accurately predict fate? Sometimes it seems there's no way forward, but if each were to take a step back, might they see a different landscape?
