Wen Qingmu’s voice was as apathetic as ever. The nonchalant tone left an eerily cold feeling in Xiao Moran.
“Qingmu, is it really not possible for us to be together?”
“Yes, it is impossible.” Wen Qingmu didn’t even hesitate.
She stared at him with despair. She was hoping for a tiny bit of hesitation in him to show that he still cared for her, but no, there was not any of it. “Alright, I understand what you mean.”
“If you want to hate someone for it, hate me. Whatever you do to me, I will not fight back. Even if you want to take my life, I will not say anything about it, but Li is innocent.” Those were the last words from Wen Qingmu before he departed the cafe.
Xiao Moran stayed on her feet, tears running down her face.