"Chi Jingming, you..."
Opening her mouth, yet unsure what to say, Luo Peirou turned her head to look at the empty surroundings and fell silent.
After a long while, Luo Peirou sniffled, forcing back the tears in her eyes.
Yes, what was she afraid of?
Even if she agreed to Chi Jingming, could the future be worse than the past six months?
Moreover, what if by some miracle?
What if he really changed for the better?
She had been absurd and unbearable, and Chi Jingming wasn't much better. Along the way, who else, man or woman, understood all this better than she and Chi Jingming?
If it was really as he said, a fresh start, then all that had passed—they wouldn't mention it, and maybe, just maybe, they could live a good life?
Taking a deep breath, Luo Peirou nodded and said, "Okay, I agree."
With a joy on his face, Chi Jingming hugged Luo Peirou tightly.
