"Miss, I don't live in M State alone, I have friends, foster parents in the slums…" Bai Niao said this and suddenly choked up, his eyes reddening, almost in a sobbing voice, "I'm sorry, I can't just live for you alone."
Meng Tingxu knew she had no reason to keep him.
He had already done so much for her, to demand more would be too much.
Meng Tingxu forced a smile, the budding romance was extinguished at that moment, her voice quivering, "Then... then you must be happy in the future, my father said, you are still the winner of this fight, still Bai Niao."
The wind howled, desolate and icy.
Meng Tingxu heard Bai Niao's voice, muffled amidst the noise.
He said, "Miss, thank you."
Meng Tingxu returned dispiritedly and saw that Qin He had already woken up.
He stood at the doorway, his face devoid of color, pale and dreadful, making the cinnabar mole tear-mark even more conspicuous, his pupils darker and more inscrutable.
He was so weak it seemed he might die at any moment.
