The next remark from Mo Xicheng delivered a vicious stab to his heart. "And you know, in love, there is a contentious saying that I'd like to share with you right now."
"What is it?"
"Sometimes, letting go is a gift."
Mo Hai was stunned.
Mo Xicheng got onto his feet. As he walked away, he said calmly, "I've called you a driver, he will take you home. I'll take my leave now."
The young man strode past Mo Hai and headed out of the bar.
Now there was only Mo Hai left inside.
He looked at the wine glass before him in a daze. Suddenly, he laughed bitterly.
He reached out for the bottle of wine in front of him and downed everything in a gulp.
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By the time the driver took Mo Hai home, it was almost daybreak.
Stumbling into the living room, the man caught sight of Mo Zhi sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.
He did not speak, but rather went around Mo Zhi and moved towards the master bedroom upstairs.