If you want war, you will get war!

Xu Jingli remained seated beside the bed, his gaze fixed on Chen Mumu's sleeping face. His fingers curled slightly as if resisting the urge to touch her again.

She looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

Her breathing was slow and steady, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic motion. The warmth of the room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp—it all felt so gentle, so quiet.

And yet, he couldn't bring himself to climb into bed beside her.

Instead, he just sat there, watching. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a kind of sorrow that no one else had ever seen before.

Would she ever forgive him?

His voice had been quiet when he asked the question, barely above a whisper, but the weight of it hung in the air.

He knew she wouldn't hear him now. But one day, she would know everything. And when that moment came, would she look at him with the same warmth she did now? Or would she turn away from him forever?