Mu Xiangning had cried for so long that she became tired, leaning into the man's embrace, completely devoid of strength.
She didn't want to push him away. Held by him like this, she felt deeply fulfilled, satisfied.
How she wished he could discard all those distracting thoughts and just hold her forever, for eternity.
Her hands involuntarily wrapped around his waist, and her cheek rubbed against his chest. With a hoarse voice, she spoke, "Is there really not going to be a next time?"
She had held on for so long, not wanting to give up everything in a moment of anger. Giving him one more chance was also a way to justify her own perseverance.
The man's arms tightened around her, his voice deep, "Yes, there will be no next time. I promise you, I won't see her again, never again."
From then on, the name Chi Zaozao would completely vanish from his world, from his mind.
He would no longer think about her, never again...
