"I can't do it!"
How could he possibly want to let go of Ji Wei's hand?
But dragging it out would only prolong the pain—better a sharp cut than prolonged suffering. He didn't want to see her endure even greater agony later.
A stabbing pain shot through his chest. Beads of sweat gathered densely on Gu Moqian's forehead. That familiar cramping sensation made his whole body tremble. Instinctively, he stepped back a few paces.
Gu Moqian bit his lip tightly and turned to leave.
Seeing his unsteady steps as he walked away, Jin Qichuan furrowed his brow and quickly strode forward, grabbing Gu Moqian's wrist. "What are you running from…?"
Gu Moqian's hand was trembling violently, and his cold, stern face had turned completely bloodless.
"What's wrong with you?" Jin Qichuan asked in alarm.
Gu Moqian shoved his hand away roughly. "Stay out of it." His voice was suppressed and unusually hoarse. After saying this coldly, he didn't turn back and kept walking forward.
