Uh... It's fine this way...
Being cruel to Qin Mu is the best thing I can do for him.
The cruelest thing, after all, is to fail to give a man a commitment... and yet continually give that man hope.
...
In the snow:
Qin Mu, changing from his usual carefree demeanor, stared in the direction where Jian Ran and Gu Mochen had left, not moving for a long time, his thin lips pursed...
"Qin Three, you really acted like a man today... Even I can't help but admire you,"
Shit!
Letting go...
Uh...
Indescribable feelings, my heart wrenching like a knife's twist, painful enough to make it hard to breathe.
Moisture misted in his dark eyes... Not tears of pain... but of commemoration.
Snowflakes scattered onto Qin Mu's shoulders... The man was like a perfect mural, quite splendid... suffused with a faint sorrow and melancholy...
Qin Mu felt... that with a true farewell to Jian Ran as a lover... his heart was also empty.
I really fucking can't consider her my sister.
