Tears fell drop by drop, and many things don't cease to exist just because you choose not to think about them.
Just like the facade of harmony between her and Jing Mo over the past ten years, in the end, it was nothing but her own unilateral wishful thinking.
Feng Peining stayed awake all night, and Shui Jingmo only returned at dawn. As he passed by Feng Peining's door, she suddenly opened it: "Jing Mo, let's talk."
Shui Jingmo was not in the mood; he had searched all night and still found no clues.
He felt his thoughts might be absurd—how could he lose control over a casual remark by Xiao Xu years ago? Xiao Xu was so smart and capable; how could he die without any cause? Absolutely not, he must be overthinking it, he must be overthinking it.
Shui Jingmo's mind was a mess. Hearing Feng Peining's voice, he turned his head to glance at her, feeling somewhat powerless: "Pei Ning, I'm a bit tired. Let's talk about it another day."
