He watched as Qiao Xu looked at him with cold eyes, as if she held a knife in her hand, slowly stabbing it into his heart, incredibly painful, yet she would not give him a quick death.
This kind of pain that leaves no traces of blood was unbearable.
He just silently watched her knife-like gaze, his heart being cut to pieces over and over again until he finally managed to utter, "I’m sorry."
Besides apologizing, he couldn’t say anything in his defense.
Qiao Xu did not have any extre reaction, rely got up from her chair and said, "You don’t have to apologize. Do you know why I was there?"
She stood in front of him, emotionless, "I received a strange text ssage saying that you were having a private eting with soone else. I went to catch the adultery."
She said it indifferently, with no emotional burden.
"So, Lu Moqing, you don’t have to apologize. Neither of us would have chosen to trust each other at that ti. Even without that one step back then, similar things might have happened later. It’s just that I didn’t realize that at the ti and stubbornly insisted on choosing no one but you."
From the mont Qiao Xu entered the room, her emotions were very calm, without any accusations, without any anger, just a detached deanor.
At this mont, even knowing that he had misunderstood her and hurt her back then, she did not show any anger.
But the calr she was, the more panicked Lu Moqing beca. He knew that Qiao Xu was likely drifting further away from him.
This realization made his heart suddenly panic, feeling like his heart was being torn apart, instantly occupying his entire body.
It’s just that back then, I didn’t understand this, so I stubbornly insisted on choosing no one but you...
He carefully pondered Qiao Xu’s words, his heart as if being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, so tight that he could hardly breathe.
He looked at her, with a bleak smile, "So now, you have figured it out, no longer stubbornly ignorant, and planning to leave , right?"
His eyes were a bit deep red, and his already pale face was even more white as paper.
Qiao Xu looked at him like this, feeling a bit complicated. After a long ti, she cold-heartedly withdrew her gaze from Lu Moqing’s face and said, "We’ve been wrong for too long, and we shouldn’t keep making mistakes."
After speaking, she stepped away to leave. Lu Moqing tried to grab her unconsciously but only caught air.
"Xuxu!"
His hoarse voice called out to her, and his stomach started to hurt again, as if several knives were twisting it alternately, but he could not care about that at this mont. All he knew was that he was about to lose Qiao Xu.
The pain of that realization was far more unbearable than the twisting pain in his stomach.
"Don’t go."
His voice carried a heart-wrenching plea, begging Qiao Xu without any dignity.
He reached out to hold her carefully, but she calmly dodged his hand.
"I still have a lot to do; you should rest."
She looked at him, steeling her heart as she spoke. When she tried to leave, Moqing finally managed to grasp her, his face becoming whiter and whiter, "Don’t go..."
With a hoarse and trembling voice, "I am not asking for your forgiveness, I just... just want you to give one more chance..."
His breath beca even weaker, the tremble in his voice more evident, and dense cold sweats broke out on his forehead.
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