"No reason, I just don't want to call." Mo Weiyi turned his face aside, his eyes half-closed, "I've been calling for ten years, I'm tired."
The man froze completely.
Mo Weiyi waited for a while, then slowly turned his face to look at him.
He was as motionless as if he had been acupunctured.
His eyes were as dark as ink, without the cover of his glasses, looking straight into her eyes.
"Tired?" He repeated the word, his voice cold and devoid of warmth, "Why are you tired, Weiyi, did you stop loving me?"
Mo Weiyi bit his lip.
He felt like laughing.
Is he really asking her this question?
She didn't love him?
How could she not love him?
She had loved him for ten whole years.
From the first moment she saw him, she fell in love at first sight, and this love stayed the same for ten years.
How could she just simply stop loving him?
But no matter how much she loved him, she now felt really tired.
She was so tired... she didn't want to say another word.
