If two years ago, Qiao Ruoxin had explained things earlier to Mo Chen, perhaps she wouldn't have been imprisoned for two years.
And the series of events that followed wouldn't have happened...
"That night two years ago, when I stopped you from beating him up, it wasn't because I cared about him! It was because I was afraid you'd really kill him! I didn't want you to end up in jail!"
She still vividly remembered that snowy night.
Simon's blood was everywhere in the snow, and Mo Chen was like an uncontrollable beast, filled with murderous aura.
Mo Chen's eyes were deep, staring at her for a long time.
Suddenly, he fiercely kissed her lips, drowning out all her unfinished words.
"Mmm! You... I am trying to talk to you seriously!"
All the emotions she had been brewing were destroyed by the damned man.
The man held her chin, looking straight into her dewy eyes, his voice low, "Little Ghost, I love you."
At that moment, Qiao Ruoxin's body stiffened, holding her breath.
