Why should she feel guilty?
"What are you muttering to yourself?" A detached voice suddenly rang out in front of her. Qiao Xia startled and looked up. Mu Liang was standing in front of her at some point, a warm yellow light casting a thin layer of warmth over him, melting the frost from his features, making him appear less stern.
Qiao Xia was quite surprised, staring at him blankly.
Ever since Gu Xixi appeared, they had barely communicated. She wanted to have a talk with him but didn't know what about, fearful of touching upon his past inner wounds, fearful of hearing the deep, unregretful affection the man she loved had for another woman.
Qiao Xia had always believed that love meant loyalty, uniqueness.
Love is love, and not loving is not loving. But if love and obligation are mixed together, indistinguishable, what then?
Her sorrow found nowhere to hide.
"Why are you here?"
