Mu Yichen sat up and leaned against the headboard, opened the cigarette box on the bedside table next to him, took out a cigarette and lit it, then leaned back against the headboard again.
He knew he couldn't pull her heart back, but even if she just stayed here in person, wouldn't that still be a bit better?
He had thought about just letting her go like this, but if he let her go, he wouldn't be able to feel better.
They had already been together for so many years; he thought if they kept breaking up and getting back together like this, who knew when it would end—at death?
What he feared was that even when he died, she still wouldn't be willing to be buried together with him!
Mu Yichen took a hard drag on his cigarette, then turned his head to look at the person lying beside him.
Qin Mu sat up, hooking all her hair behind her ears, revealing her delicate yet exhausted little face. Mu Yichen watched her quietly, then reached out and handed her the cigarette.
