If he did not tell Chen Qian what he wanted to say now, it would be the worst choice for her. After all, wishful love was ultimately fruitless.

Mo Yichen walked with heavy steps and left this extremely depressing place. The murmur behind him was further away from him. Indistinctly, he seemed to hear the voice of a familiar man. The voice made him unhappy, but melancholy and helpless.

In this way, he never looked back. He disappeared from her ...