The man, who had been radiating fury, suddenly reined in his anger. His thoughts took a sharp turn, and a bitter smile touched his lips, "Mingjing, I've made a fool of myself."
"How did things between you and Xiaobai's mother become like this?"
She had thought their love was undying. Little did she expect it to be such a mess.
Mo Yinhe sank into the chair beside her, covering his face with his hands as he feigned agony, "I've always refused to face reality, and in the end, reality has dealt me a harsh blow."
Seeing his pained appearance, Si Mingjing wasn't sure what to do, so she sat quietly beside him, watching the sunset.
After a moment of thought, she said, "These matters of the heart can't be forced. She probably doesn't love you anymore. You should try to come to terms with it."
Mo Yinhe lifted his head, appearing to struggle with his emotions, "I know. Otherwise, I wouldn't be thinking about starting anew, building a new family."
