"It's none of your business."
"Then what do I do?" Su Qingtian's pale hands clutched at his pant leg, kneeling properly, "I don't know how much longer I have to wait for you. Just tell me a time—five years, ten years, twenty years—so long as you say it, I'm willing to wait..."
Mo Nanjue had a cold and handsome face, and his silence was undoubtedly the best answer. Su Qingtian couldn't believe it; she had waited with devotion for seven years, only to find he deeply loved another woman. She knew he wouldn't love her, but...
But why did he have to fall for her sister?
Su Qingtian couldn't understand. Was he even unwilling to give her the position of a concubine?
She bit her lower lip, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Mo Nanjue stepped back a few feet, looking down at her coldly, "Every word I said was clear. If Tong Ran gets hurt because of you, whether physically or emotionally, I won't let you go, understand?"
