He no longer had his usual lighthearted smile, his complexion was terribly ugly.
Meng Tingxu took the initiative to speak up, breaking the silence. She said, "Qin He, I don't want to go back."
Qin He sat down next to her, gently pinching her hand, his fingertips caressing her wrist, the movement very light: "Xuxu, I'm giving you a chance to say it again, is that okay?"
Meng Tingxu didn't want to say it again, she had had enough of this kind of life.
"Even if I repeat it a hundred times, it will be the same. Qin He, I don't want to stay by your side anymore, you're so frightening." She raised her head to look at him, a face spoiled into willful beauty, yet it was full of unspeakable conflict and anger: "How can you spy on me like this? What do you take me for?"
Qin He listened quietly to Meng Tingxu's questioning, and suddenly, he smiled softly.
