Feng Jingtian stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixated on the woman before him. With complexity in his voice, he said, "You... how have you been lately?"
As Mu Ruyue lifted her eyes, the complex emotions in the man's eyes mirrored in hers, prompting an involuntary, soft sigh, "Feng Jingtian, you should let go."
Let go?
Feng Jingtian let out a bitter laugh, asking himself how that could be easy. But now, he had no more extravagant hopes because the man who had transformed into a demon was not worthy of this woman...
"Feng Jingtian, I am now a married woman with a son, so you shouldn't waste your affections on me anymore."
Mu Ruyue said, her brows slightly raised, her tone indifferent.
Feng Jingtian did not respond to her words; his eyes deeply observed the woman before him as if he wished to etch her image firmly into his mind...
