Jin Jumo straightened her back, her eyes glistening with a misty sheen, "So, Jingyao, let's break up. Whether you hate me or refuse to forgive me, I accept it all."
Ying Jingyao's hands were tightly clenched, the veins on the back of his hands bulging prominently.
His eyes, usually clear and gentle, now resembled a raging beast, blood-red and savage, yet his voice was hoarse and frail, "It doesn't matter if you don't love me, as long as you're by my side... Momo, don't let me lose you!"
Jin Jumo felt a sharp pain in her heart, her cheeks trembling, but she didn't speak. Her eyes, filled with a rosy hue, slowly looked at his hands resting on the table.
Ying Jingyao followed her gaze, his eyes trembled violently when they landed on his tightly clenched right hand.
Jin Jumo took a breath and looked at him, "Is your hand healed?"
"Um..." Ying Jingyao's Adam's apple moved swiftly, "Momo..."
"It's good that it's healed." Jin Jumo curled her lips, murmuring as she looked at him.
