She tidied up her work, turned to the man with a smile, and said, "I can only... make sure that your future days won't be full of such torment and struggles, and you won't have to bear the infamy anymore."
Wen Zhan instantly realized!
She had specially carved out time to come here and dine with him.
It wasn't that she couldn't let go of him—it was because she had decided to completely let him go.
He anxiously sat up, reaching out to grab her hand, but Mu Wanqing stepped back and avoided his grasp.
The man's lifted hand froze in mid-air, and though they were only inches apart, it felt as though he could never hold onto her again.
The two stood in silence, locked in a brief stalemate.
After a long pause, Wen Zhan swallowed hard, his face weighed down with a smothering panic and sour bitterness.
"What would I do with your life? I want you—I want you, to stay by my side for a lifetime! Didn't you say you owe me a lot? Don't you plan to repay me?"