That was in his home country, the light he had lost.
He wasn't suited for family disputes, wasn't suited to deal with those people back home. His temperament belonged to this nation, to this system, and she disliked seeing him bound by it.
Mu Liang's heart trembled—was it for him?
All along, he thought he was the one who had invested the most emotionally, and Qiao Xia was merely the passive recipient. She liked him, loved him, yet couldn't match his reckless abandon and obsession.
She had her own perseverance, her pride, but for her, he nearly gave up his faith, dignity, and life. No matter how you looked at it, he was the deeply entrenched one in this relationship.
He finally waited for her deep affection, but he felt an overwhelming heartache. He hoped Qiao Xia could be a bit selfish, think more about herself, and stop worrying about him. He didn't want her to be unhappy.
"I don't mind where I am."
