Jin Jumo shook her head, "I still feel..."
Before Jin Jumo could finish her sentence, her body was suddenly pulled into his embrace.
The fresh and warm breath of the man's chest enveloped her completely.
Jin Jumo held her breath, struggling to break free.
"Don't move, Momo, let me hold you." Ying Jingyao murmured in a nearly fragile tone next to her ear.
Jin Jumo's spine stiffened, and her dense black eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, "Jingyao..."
"Momo, every second you're away, I miss you, going almost crazy thinking about you."
"...Jingyao, don't be like this."
Jin Jumo's heart trembled, her voice nearly shattered.
Never at any moment did Jin Jumo hate herself as much as she did now.
She hated herself for not rejecting him back then, she hated her own selfishness!
Clearly unable to give him the love he wanted, yet accepting him for her own selfish reasons. She felt like an emotional fraud, deceiving him and cruelly hurting him.
