Words fell with a weight that was neither light nor heavy.
It seemed as if even the surroundings had quietened down with them.
Mo Shiche still did not speak, his eyes roiling with stormy waves. Luo Qiangwei looked up at him, "So now that you won't die and you've realized Sheng Miao's kindness was fake, you think you can drop these burdens and come looking for me, wanting us to sleep together again?"
Mo Shiche's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a deep, low voice, "I don't remember what happened back then, and I can't give you any explanation, but all I know is that I love you right now. I know you don't love me anymore and don't want to be with me. I won't force you, so I want to do what I can."
He clearly thought these things were good—
For him, they indeed were. To have her news 24 hours a day, to always know her whereabouts, to control her life with his hands, he could feel at ease.
Luo Qiangwei squinted, finding it amusing, "Do you think these things are what you can do?"
