Between them, there were mountains, rivers, and Li Lanxi herself, and the most significant barrier was the guilt she felt deep down for Li Lanxi.
Maybe their relationship was a mistake from the start.
Wen Xiangyang closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was truly reluctant to let go—reluctant to let go of this man's embrace, his domineering nature, and his tenderness towards her.
But how could she continue to be with him?
"Xiangyang, don't speak. Don't say anything." Mu Lingqian rushed to her, hugging Wen Xiangyang, pressing her head against his chest, preventing her from uttering a word, especially the words he couldn't bear to hear.
If she were to leave…
He would go mad.
He truly would go mad.
Don't speak…
How could she not speak? If it were not for the deception, she would not be in this situation with Li Lanxi. Xiao Lan refused to give her an opportunity to explain because of the lies. Because of the deception, Xiao Lan was lying in bed, unconscious.