At the dim lights (12)

Mo Qiuxi cried for a long time, but Wen Qingzhu was patient. She kissed her gently, protected her, and comforted her.

In fact, he was the one who was in more pain and felt the most uncomfortable when he saw her like this.

However, even if she stabbed him, he would not allow Qiu Xi to leave him.

He didn't want to endure the suffering of those days anymore.

"Qiu Xi, Qiu Xi ..."

Wen Qingzhu kept repeating Qiu Xi's name.

In fact, to him now, even if he just called Qiu Xi's name like this, it would be good if she could hear it.

It was better than some time ago, when he wanted to call out to her but could only do so in his heart, and she was not by his side.

No one knew how empty and painful that feeling was for him.

Even if mo Qiuxi used her fists to hit him like this, not to mention that she didn't have any strength, even if she did, the strength she used was real. It made him know that Qiuxi was definitely right beside him.