As he heard Mu Yuchen say this, Xi Mushan's gloomy expression suddenly turned odd. The light in his eyes had turned from being dazed to shadowy.
"Many times, when some things happen, we won't be able to return to the past. As much as you try to make up for it, you won't be able to resolve those cracks. I think that I'm roughly like that right now," sighed Xi Mushan frustratedly. There was plain grief in his eyes as a cold light flickered in them. He looked exceptionally lonely.
"The two of them are pure-hearted and indifferent in nature. I remember that I once swore my eternal love to her, but who would have thought...? Usually, many things change original intentions, change hearts, yet things are very rarely changed by original intentions and hope. I think this should be the work of fate." His low voice was filled with an indescribable bitterness that sounded bleak to Mu Yuchen.
