Mo Hexuan slowly pressed his lips together. He didn't speak, watching as Qin Youxue placed the suit jacket in his hands, "She will always exist."
In a relationship between two people, there will always be a third person.
Qin Youxue withdrew her gaze and turned to walk away.
It was still early, not yet afternoon, and she wasn't hungry. Watching Mo Hexuan walking behind her with a furrowed brow, Qin Youxue didn't know what she felt inside.
She knew he was also very sad.
She just wanted him to know that it was impossible for them anymore.
No matter how much they loved each other, they couldn't continue on.
She felt like crying, rubbed her red eyes, and turned upstairs.
The moment the door closed, the man suddenly thrust his hand out, pushing the door open, grabbing her arm, and holding her tightly from behind.
