There's a saying that's quite true: How can the living compete with the dead? Mo Beichen never felt pathetic, but seeing Gu Qian spaced out during the latter half of the livestream, a sense of pity suddenly welled up in his heart.
"You finally let go." Gu Qian's voice carried anger, her lips and tongue hurt as she spoke. She turned sideways, her back facing him, her breathing still a bit rapid.
Silence fell behind her.
Mo Beichen didn't speak, feeling increasingly sorry for himself. After a long time, he slowly began, "Qianqian, you still can't forget him, can you?"
They both knew who he meant by "him." Gu Qian was shocked, then panicked. It wasn't the panic of having her heart seen through, but the panic of him misunderstanding her.
She pressed her lips together, wanting to explain, but she was feeling too miserable, so she remained silent in response.
