The man's cold eyes warmed up. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded. "Alright."
Qiao Mianmian heaved a sigh of relief.
She let go of his arm and held his hand instead. "Let's go, then."
Su Ze lay motionless on the ground as if he had fainted.
But the moment Qiao Mianmian held Mo Yesi's hand and turned to leave, his body suddenly moved and his lips opened. He said weakly, "Mianmian, don't go…"
Mo Yesi's suppressed temper flared up again. He grabbed Qiao Mianmian's hand and turned around with a cold smile. "Su Ze, if you want to die, I can fulfill your wish right now."
"Mo Yesi, let's go."
Qiao Mianmian was afraid that he would get angry again.
Su Ze's eyes were unfocused.
He glanced at Mo Yesi and then at Qiao Mianmian. "I-I'll always be waiting for you. Mianmian, I… I won't give up just like that."
"Up to you."
Qiao Mianmian quickly dragged Mo Yesi and dragged him away.
