Chapter One Thousand and eighty-seven. The two of them reconciled and were in love

"Go separate ways?" Baili Jiajue stared at her. His eyes were frighteningly cold, mixed with a chill that made one's heart tremble. "You should know that unless I die, the two of us cannot be separated."

"But what's the point of being like this?" Helian Weiwei lowered her head. Her eyes did not look at Baili Jiajue, but stared at the black suit on his body. "You must feel the same way in your heart."

Baili Jiajue clenched his hands and sneered. "Feel what?"

"Feel that it's better to separate. After all, it's been so long, so there's no more novelty." Helian Weiwei's voice was very faint and her gaze was unfocused.

Baili Jiajue really wanted to reach out and pinch her chin, and directly kiss that mouth of hers. That would save her from saying these things that made him want to kill her.

But he couldn't touch her.

That damned order was still in effect.

Helian Weiwei's words were like a sharp knife, cutting off all his enjoyment in life.