Her eyes were beautiful.
Before, when she looked at him, there were always stars sparkling in them, adorned with an unmeltable love, and she loved to snuggle into his embrace, laughing and acting coquettishly.
But now, standing before him, she was clear-headed and calm.
She said, she didn't care anymore.
Not caring meant she had let go.
If Mo Shu truly didn't care...
It meant she had already... sentenced him to death.
Yu Siqiao couldn't accept this outcome; he stared at Mo Shu, trying to find a hint of insincerity in her eyes, but gradually, his heart grew colder...
Faced with his almost despairing look, Mo Shu felt a dull pain in her chest.
Here it was again.
This feeling.
Despite having no deep feelings for him anymore, her health was still affected by his emotions.
Her life and death seemed entirely dependent on this man.
Mo Shu's face turned slightly pale. Looking at Yu Siqiao's current appearance, she suddenly felt a bit melancholic.
'Ding'
