"What's the point of going back?"
Mu Keren, who had been frolicking with Huang Qingtian, suddenly stopped, her expression inexplicably melancholic.
Then, she asked again, "Can't we just not go back?"
At that moment, Mu Keren was clinging tightly to Huang Qingtian's sleeve. In those pitch-black eyes of hers, there was nothing but reluctance to part with this man.
"I'm afraid that's not possible!" If it were a personal matter of his, Huang Qingtian, he would have chosen to stay to spare her the sadness.
But this matter concerned the future of China, so he had to leave for a while!
And upon receiving this answer from Huang Qingtian, Mu Keren's little face instantly fell...
Following that, even the small hand that she had playfully placed on Huang Qingtian's neck was withdrawn by her.
Watching her look of utter defeat, Huang Qingtian felt as if a piece of his heart had been ripped out.
