What did this kiss truly mean? Nanxi didn't know, she had no way of knowing. She felt as though she was surrounded by countless interconnected webs, thick and suffocating, casting her into despair with a single glance.
She didn't like the feeling of despair, for she had experienced it far too many times already!
The kiss was a lingering one, lasting a full five minutes. Meanwhile, Mo Yan had yet to return!
After five minutes, he released her lips and looked down at her, catching his breath.
"How much did you drink...?"
"Not much..."
"Are you drunk?"
"No..." he brushed his fingertip gently across her cheek, "I'm quite sober now, more sober than I've ever been."
Nanxi's gaze flickered, a hint of sadness crossing her eyes. Yinchu immediately leaned in to kiss her again, "Don't be like this,
Nanxi, it's not the end of the road yet!"
Not the end of the road? But why did she feel like she had nowhere else to run? Like she had reached her wit's end!
