"Yun Ji? What are you doing here?"
Qian Mou stared blankly, his face flushing faintly under the pristine moonlight. "Shuishui, you lied to me."
Qiao Xixi opened her mouth. Thinking of what she had done to him when she lost control, she really wanted to slap herself.
"I'm sorry, Yun Ji. I shouldn't have... I almost hurt you."
Qian Mou's gaze locked onto her. Listening to her words, the hurt in his eyes could no longer be hidden. "Why? Why can't it be me?"
He lowered his gaze, his voice soft. "You said you wanted me to stay with you always, always. But now, you're pushing me away."
Qiao Xixi had never seen him like this. In her clearer memories, Yun Ji had always been a sacred, inviolable existence.
But now, the man before her was like an injured cub, helplessly and sorrowfully accusing her, 'Why did you abandon me?'
A heavy feeling settled in Qiao Xixi's chest, and in that instant, the Yun Ji before her seemed to transform into the boy he once was.
