Behind her, Lu Moqing's footsteps gradually approached, and Qiao Straylight's feet moved slightly, but her body was embraced by Lu Moqing from behind.
"Let's remarry, alright?"
The incredibly warm embrace, broad and solid, caused Qiao Straylight to stiffen in place.
Lu Moqing's words carried a hint of faint pleas, desperately longing for her to agree.
"Come back, alright?"
Lu Moqing's voice, compared to before, became even more hoarse.
The hand holding her bag trembled slightly, Qiao Straylight didn't know why, but a trace of fear sprouted in her heart.
The fear of being neglected and ignored for three years invaded her mind again, tormenting her heart over and over.
At this moment, she finally understood that she never let go of the hurt Lu Moqing caused her even for a moment.
