Qiao Mo was in a daze, momentarily forgetting to react.
He loves someone?
Fu Nancheng gently lifted her chin: "Do you know, that in this lifetime, I'd rather suffer with you in mutual torment. I would never let go to wish you happiness!"
Tears poured out, a trail of clear tears rolled down her eyes.
Qiao Mo's eyelashes were still stained with misty droplets, watching him in a daze.
He moved closer to her cheek, gently kissed away her tears, and lowered his eyes close to her face, somewhat greedily savoring her warmth.
But he would also feel sad... feel hurt...
Get jealous... feel envious...
When she ignored him, he would become irritable, when she wanted to escape, he would go insane.
Even though she disliked him, he would still feel wounded.
After a long time, Qiao Mo's eyelashes trembled slightly: "You just said… you love someone..."
He said he loves someone, he must possess, must obtain.
