Dissipating in the air like a bubble?
Mo Qinhe's expression twisted with disbelief as he sneered at Luo Jin. He refused to believe the words that were coming out of Luo Jin's mouth. He was convinced that the cunning man was trying to provoke him on purpose. He knew that Mo Qingqing still loved him, and even if he died today, she would continue to love him.
Mo Qinhe glared at Luo Jin and spoke in a mocking tone, "Say whatever you want to say, Luo Jin. But both you and I know that the person she loves can only be me." He chuckled darkly. "It can never be you, no matter whether I live or die."
Luo Jin hugged Mu Qingqing tightly and smiled, unfazed by Mo Qinhe's words. "Well, if you want to die with this misunderstanding that I can't help you with..." he trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
