"You have your own path to follow, and I have my own obsession to fulfill."
"Our fleeting marriage ends here."
"If there's a chance in the future, we can continue our past connection..."
After Yan Xiaoru finished speaking, she indifferently shifted her gaze away, no longer looking at Li Muyang.
The air inside the tent suddenly became rigid.
What was just now warm and tender abruptly turned cold.
Everything was developing too quickly.
Whether it was the disciple of the Refinement Demon Sect who suddenly emerged from underground or Yan Xiaoru's decision.
All of it came too fast.
It wasn't until Yan Xiaoru uttered that last sentence, akin to placating a child, that Li Muyang shook his head and said, "Talk about the future if there's a chance... you're treating me like a kid."
Li Muyang looked hesitant, as if he had something to say.
But Yan Xiaoru didn't give him the opportunity to speak at all.
