Because of suffocation, Zhou Mu's face had turned pale, yet that godlike face slowly lifted into a look of relieved smile.
He understood at last: his woman, truly proud to the marrow, rejected Shi Wujue's adoration, rejected his own humble love—perhaps she even rejected that wavering, conflicted version of herself!
She was such an absolute sort of woman, with her own steadfastness, never bowing that proud and solitary head!
"Hehe…"
Just as Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu locked eyes, a desolate chuckle sounded beside their ears.
Zhou Mu lowered his head and saw Shi Wujue slowly withdrawing his hand, his figure staggering as he retreated.
"Pa!"
Gu Changsheng stared in shock at Shi Wujue, whose gaze had already cleared; the kitchen knife in her hand clattered heavily to the ground…
