Ning Xia didn't know where she summoned the strength from, but she clung tightly to his waist, pressing her body firmly against his, and tilted her head to kiss him.
Bo Siyan tugged a few times but couldn't pull away; later, it was unclear whether he was irritated by her or wanted her to completely give up hope— he grasped Ning Xia's chin and kissed her, taking control.
But his kiss was devoid of any emotion, mechanically bestowed as if he truly was just completing a task.
Ning Xia's hand gently touched the man's chest, where a heart that once beat for her, that once jumped for joy, now lay almost motionless.
Despite Bo Siyan's earlier harsh words, she hadn't felt sad, but now, an immense sorrow surged, and tears slowly spilled from her closed eyes, rolling down drop by drop.
Finally, Ning Xia pushed Bo Siyan away.
The man stepped back, his face expressionless as he looked at her, "Are you satisfied now?"