Si Mingjing's heart skipped a beat. This man's gaze was too piercing, effortlessly probing into others' thoughts.
Feeling guilty, she pushed him away. "I wasn't thinking about anything."
But Mo Yinhe imperiously held her in his embrace, not giving her a chance to free herself.
Loneliness had engulfed Mo Yinhe for five years. He understood the feeling all too well and didn't want his Mingjing to be swallowed by loneliness as well.
"Mingjing, would you be my woman?"
Si Mingjing still wanted to push him away.
"No, I won't be a substitute."
"You're not a substitute."
Mo Yinhe felt frustrated. She was always fixated on the idea of being a substitute.
"I want to start a new relationship. Ye Shen was right; the dead are gone. I should look forward and not always torment myself by wallowing in past relationships."
