Chương 73: 073 In those years

Mo Zhixuan's brows were slightly furrowed, and the ink color in his eyes deepened as he laid his hand over Zheng Chuyi's.

Feeling the touch as cold as ice, a flash of joy crossed the bottom of Zheng Chuyi's eyes. Indeed, she still had a place in his heart.

So she tightened her grip even further, hugging his waist tightly, sticking to him as if she were glued to his body.

Her cheek rested against his back, a faint curve forming at the corner of her mouth.

"Zhixuan, I know you still love me. Let's start over, shall we? Let's not torture each other anymore. Let me spend the rest of my life with you..."

The next second, the hands Zheng Chuyi had around his waist were pried open bit by bit.

The force used was imperious to the extreme.

There was not the slightest hesitation.

After doing all this, Mo Zhixuan stepped back several paces immediately, maintaining a safe distance from her.

There wasn't the slightest expression on that overly cold face.