Zhou Mochen had long since come to terms with the intensity of his feelings. His condition was past the point of no return, utterly incurable.
Xu Su looked up from his embrace and saw the shattered love in his dark, somber eyes.
'How could his eyes look like that? So fragile, yet burning like a blazing fire.'
He held her in such high regard. It seemed he was feeling her breakdown and pain as if it were his own—or perhaps, even more intensely.
Xu Su sniffled and leaned in to kiss him. "You have no idea how scared I was when you pointed that gun at me. Zhou Mochen, I don't care how bad anyone else is to me, but not you. You can't bully me, understand?"
'It would break her heart. It really, truly would.'
"Okay, I'll never bully you," Zhou Mochen said, the corner of his lip twitching into a slight smile. "How could I ever bear to bully you, Susu? You're my life."
Xu Su's heart felt as if it had been struck a heavy blow. She stared at him, stunned...
