When she uttered the name "Xiaoyu," a flicker of confusion passed through Mu Shuoqian's eyes, as if he was quite curious how she knew this person.
Gu Qili lowered her head, her voice almost sinking into the dust: "I know her ah, you often call her name when you are drunk, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu..."
Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu.
Mumbling, Gu Qili couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and her eyes instantly reddened.
Mu Shuoqian stared at her continuously flowing tears, his own eyes beginning to redden, a clear shimmer of moisture slowly emerging.
He raised his head, looking forcefully at the ceiling, struggling to suppress the tears that were about to flow.
Xiaoyu, ah, the character he once fabricated in order to get closer to her without her noticing, ironically became the reason he had to push her away one day, how ironic.
