Li Qingshen's lips had turned somewhat pale. He heard the clear sound of high heels gradually fading away. He turned his head, staring at the girl's slender and soft silhouette, and slightly tugged at the corner of his lips with a bitter smile. The once deep and dark eyes now seemed a bit faint, filled with an intense melancholy.
He knew she harbored resentment and dislike for him in her heart!
She despised the words he said to her that day, too harsh and cruel!
But... she didn't know, at that moment, he was genuinely struck by her probing the very core of his thoughts. The words he blurted out were in the heat of the moment.
He was not without regret, not without sorrow, but what could he do?
Li Qingshen watched as Ling Momo's figure gradually disappeared from his line of sight, his smile growing even more faint, like a disappearing mist.
Yes... what could he do?
