Ten months or ten years made no difference to her.
She always knew that Mo Jingshen would always be Mo Jingshen, no matter ten months from now, or ten years from now.
He was the man that she once let down and he was her husband, but suddenly, there was such a long distance between him and her, and they had become estranged.
She looked at his face that was placid and handsome. He didn't look cold and alienated, but she felt the extremest indifference from him.
Ji Nuan couldn't cry. With bloodshot eyes, she gazed at him, tears rolling in her eyes. Despair and panic seized her, and she clutched his collar. "Mo Jingshen, how can you say you've already died?! How can you be so cruel to me?!"
"Ji Nuan."
"Don't call my name!" Her voice was soft and somewhat determined. "Aren't you dead? You're dead, right? Mo Jingshen, from this day forward, I'll just take you as a dead man!"
