She felt even her eyes trembling, her voice no longer seemed like her own. With a faint smile, she spoke, "I want a lot, Mr. Muo, perhaps more than you can give."
"Like what," Mo Shiche gently kissed her cold cheek, "Love?"
Squinting her cat-like eyes, she said, "Love... Which woman doesn't want it?"
"If what you want is love," he pinched her chin, the pressure was light, but it felt as though it was on her heart, "do you want my love for you, or for me to love you in place of Mo Shiche?"
She looked at him, lost by the question, unable to speak for a moment.
The man could see the answer in her eyes and smiled coldly and mockingly, "Or perhaps you should consider, if the Mo Shiche of your dreams never comes back in this lifetime, what do you plan to do with the rest of it,"
"...I am right here. The decision is yours."
Luo Qiangwei's heart jolted.
The decision.
Was it truly hers?
Maybe it was because the night was too deep, or perhaps because the moon was too bright.
