The woman on the other side of the phone couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
Mo Yunshen frowned, but softened his voice upon hearing her cry, "Lier, stop crying."
"Yunshen, I... I feel so guilty towards you..."
"There's nothing to feel guilty or not guilty about," his calm voice blended with the sunlight and the wind, neither sad nor angry, "I've said it before, whom you marry is your own choice. You said you'd marry me, then I'd marry you. If you're now certain you want to marry Yan Chu, I can't stop you, but just remember, Lier—there's a good chance he can't make you happy because he doesn't love you."
Mo Lier sobbed softly, not responding immediately. Several minutes passed before she spoke, "I... I don't want anything to happen to him..."
Mo Yunshen closed his eyes, "Alright, I know."
Tang Sitian saw him put down the phone in his hand, but he still stood there for quite a while, his silhouette speaking of an indescribable loneliness and desolation.
