Twenty-one years.
Twenty-one years, that's all you talk about. What can the past really represent? In Mo Nanjue's eyes, the past is merely a shackle.
But Luo Xiao doesn't think that way.
Everyone's past is different. We all want to keep the beautiful memories, while the cruel ones, we want to discard.
But saying it is easy; what's happened has happened. Twenty-one years of deeply ingrained emotions are like the pulse that plucks at the heartstrings. Maybe to others, twenty-one is just a number, but to those who have truly lived it, how can it just be casually erased?
Mo Nanjue sneered at those words, his gaze sweeping across the profile of Luo Xiao's face, "What, is your goal merely to defeat me?"
"Defeat you, and Xiao Ran will be mine."
"You're wrong," Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, "Even if you beat me ten thousand times, she still won't be yours."
"That has nothing to do with you."
