"I want to take a walk in the garden." Qin Youxue turned around and glanced at him, cutting off his words the moment he was about to speak, "I'd like to go there alone."
"..."
Mo Hexuan fell silent. He slowly released his hand and watched Qin Youxue leave without a backward glance.
Her silhouette was straight, exuding a stubborn air, yet her shoulders were slender and frail, looking so lonely and desolate.
Two months' time is enough for a person to sort out their feelings.
Mo Hexuan knew that just as Qin Youxue's heart had started to come closer to him, it was once again moving further and further away.
Yet he was utterly helpless.
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Qin Youxue stayed in the garden, lingering there for an entire afternoon.
Mo Hexuan was in the villa; she wasn't too eager to see him.
She understood that Mo Hexuan had no options, and she could comprehend his helplessness.
