Zhixi stared at him, dazed.
It seemed to take forever before she grasped the meaning of his words, her complexion gradually turning ghastly pale.
Ringlets of red started to form around her eyes, yet she still stubbornly resisted the urge to cry.
"I... I didn't think that way," she explained hurriedly, her voice choked up, "this is for the best."
Yes, this was indeed for the best.
Since he no longer loved her, there was no need for her to agonize or suffer anymore. Her choice was doomed from the beginning.
"So, there's no need for you to deliberately flee back to S country," He Jingyao said indifferently. "If you're unwilling to maintain our current relationship, I won't force you—you can rest assured."
"No..." she struggled to utter the word, her vision blurring, "I'm not willing."
He Jingyao chuckled, "Well, after all, I don't wish to die young."
