"Yes. No matter what you have to say, I want to hear it. I want to know."
These were not flattering words but were the genuine thoughts of Mo Boyuan. He had always meant it, and he intended to keep his beliefs.
Mo Boyuan was never a talkative person. He wasn't good with words. Other than his closed ones, he was always asocial, reserved, and self-contained.
On the contrary, Jiang Tingxu had always been a chatterbox in front of him.
No one knew that Mo Boyuan really liked her presence around him when she'd talk the hind legs off a donkey next to him. When they were young, she'd talk about school; when they'd grown up, she'd utter about home and work—he loved every moment of it.
Jiang Tingxu had an obscure look in her eye. "I'm giving up on us, Mo Boyuan. I'm giving up on you."
Mo Boyuan did not say a word, and he kept listening. Though he felt his heart shattered into pieces when he'd heard her mentioning how she wanted to give up.
