"Mo Shike, saying this now is already meaningless," Ye Anran said indifferently.
Perhaps, had he appeared two months earlier, she would have needed this explanation, the explanation of why he suddenly disappeared, the explanation of what she truly meant to him.
But now, it really wasn't necessary anymore.
Because it had already lost all meaning.
She glanced at the few men in black suits behind him and said indifferently, "Alright, your friends are waiting for you! I have things to do, I'll be leaving first."
"Anran," Mo Shike grasped her hand.
She did not turn to look at him.
She only clenched her teeth and said, "Mo Shike, let go of me!"
"Anran, I've been looking for you for a long time," Mo Shike's voice carried sadness and helplessness as he slowly recounted his current sorrow.
Ye Anran felt a pang in her heart and almost couldn't hold back, but she couldn't do so, she had already married Uncle Bo, she was Uncle's wife now, she and Mo Shike could never be possible again.
