Ning Xu curved his lips and gave Shui Jingmo a cheerful yet gentle smile, just like in the past when they were still together. Whenever he faced him, he couldn't help but lift the corners of his lips, and in his eyes, there was an overflow of affection.
"A Jing," Ning Xu called softly.
Just these two words made Shui Jingmo's heart tremble, but the words that settled on his lips couldn't come out.
"Have you ever loved me?" Ning Xu looked at him, his eyes filled with an obsession and expectation, just like back then when he would cling to his waist while acting coquettishly.
The fingers hidden within Shui Jingmo's wide sleeves were tightly clenched together, his nails digging into his palms with no sense.
His expression was tranquil, and his eyes remained unaffected.
But at this moment, even standing there facing him felt relentlessly exhausting. He knew clearly that even with a blink, his long-held composure could crumble.
Reducing all ten years of endurance to ashes.
