Shao Jingmo turned to leave, but Qiao Qiao suddenly stopped him. "Wait!"
She acted subconsciously. When Shao Jingmo turned around and his gaze landed on her wrist, she immediately removed her hand. "I haven't finished speaking. If I don't make it clear now, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future. You said it just now. After that… we might never meet again."
Shao Jingmo's gaze stopped on her face and he said faintly, "What else do you want to say?"
Qiao Qiao's lips moved slightly, and her voice was a little lonely. "Is it that when someone doesn't love another person, they won't even be willing to give their patience to the other party?"
Shao Jingmo asked her, "Is this what you wanted to say?"
Qiao Qiao shook her head. "No."
The atmosphere between them seemed to have returned to what it had been.
