"Ya Tianxing, I killed someone."
A few casually spoken words, as if a simple statement, yet they made Ya Tianxing's heart soften completely.
He froze for a moment, then pulled Mo Shangjun into his arms, speaking softly, "I know."
He'd heard about it.
He'd heard everything.
Which is why he was here now.
He understood what "killing someone" meant, and he knew what someone like Mo Shangjun would associate it with.
Everything she couldn't change, she liked to dwell on, adding unnecessary worry for herself.
Mo Shangjun said nothing more, as time ticked away. Finally, after a long silence, she raised her head.
At the same time, her grip on Ya Tianxing's clothing tightened.
Her pitch-black, bright eyes, soaked by the rain, glistened as if emitting light—fiery and luminous.
"I want to go to the 907 Military Unit," Mo Shangjun said calmly.
Ya Tianxing brushed away the messy strands of hair from her forehead and stared into her eyes, his gaze gradually darkening, "Okay."
