Murong Qiqi's words were filled with the wisdom of Buddhism. Mingyue Sheng stared at her for a long time, trying to find a glimmer of hope in the woman's eyes, a reason for him to hold on. However, the clear and pure lake waters in her eyes had nothing he wanted.
"I understand," Mingyue Sheng sighed. The way he looked at Murong Qiqi was filled with nostalgia and reluctance. Perhaps Murong Qiqi was right, it wasn't that he was too late, but that they didn't have the fate to continue.
But letting go left him unwilling. Yet seeing Feng Cang and Murong Qiqi intertwined fingers, he understood that they were showing their stance through their actions. A forced relationship, like a twisted melon, is not sweet nor can it be love, a truth he knew well.
"Feng Qiqi, if one day he betrays you, the doors of Nanfeng Country will always be open for you. And my throne will always be yours!"
