However, Rong Mo knew that it was impossible!
After meeting Rong Mo's complex gaze, Chang Xiaoyang could not help but hold his breath as his hands froze in mid-motion too.
As their eyes met with such close proximity, it was although they could read into one another's minds.
Chang Xiaoyang's eyes darkened as he spoke with such a low voice that it could bewitch one's fighting spirits and soul, "Perhaps, forgetting is the best option for you."
When Rong Mo heard that, her eyes flashed with irony as she smirked bitterly.
A moment later, her face was indifferent once more as she just stared at him as though she had made some sort of conviction, staying silent and letting him do whatever he wanted.
The air between them seemed to be stifling.
Chang Xiaoyang's grip on Rong Mo's wrist tightened. However, the other hand that was holding the syringe did not penetrate into Rong Mo's veins yet…