When he wasn't aware that he had fallen for her, she was with him; when he was bewildered, she withdrew; when he understood his feelings, she turned to someone else's embrace.
Letting him realize he loved her, only to completely, eternally, lose her.
Mo Jiashuo sighed softly.
Yet all of this was just his wishful thinking.
How could this be her revenge?
She never said anything, merely loved him purely.
When he was planning those things, she loved him, uncomplaining and unwavering.
All of this, was nothing but complaints born out of his unwillingness and inability to bear it, as if thinking this way would make his heart hurt less.
Mo Jiashuo, in his life, lost two loved ones.
One was when he was five years old, the other, when he was thirty-five.
*
He walked out of the study and encountered Lin Xudong.
A man with a refined and gentle appearance, an agreeable demeanor, possessing good family background and graceful aura.
