Nangong Mo stood quietly not far away, his hands clenched tightly into fists. For the first time, he felt how selfish he was. Knowing well what was best for her, yet due to his own prejudice, he watched her suffer with eyes wide open.
Noticing that Xia Yuxun was not herself, Yan Zihua worriedly walked over, "Miss..."
"I think I truly love you. No matter how painful, I will sincerely bless you. Loving someone takes courage. I've heard there's a kind of courage called letting go..."
After singing the words "letting go," Xia Yuxun slowly stood up, her gaze reflected the vast starry sky. She steadily looked at the man in front of her who was watching her with concern, placed one hand on his shoulder, slowly stood on her tiptoes, and gently yet firmly... touched his lips with hers...
Witnessing this scene, Nangong Mo's eyes suddenly tightened, nearly rushing forward but ending up standing still. In the end, he took a step back, then another, turned around, and quietly left.
