In the tea shop, Xia Xiaohe sat down on the opposite side of Xuan Mo, picked up the tea cup, drank the herbal tea, and then wiped her mouth with her sleeve.
Xuan Mo feebly sat down and asked, "Why… Why are you here?'
"If not, how do you think I could watch the good show just now?" Xia Xiaohe said with a smile, "It's really wonderful. I've been with him for five years, but I didn't know how eloquent he actually is. It's true, if you want to go back, now it's the time. Xuan Mo, do you want to go back? Since you haven't been back for several years, do you want me to show you the way?"
Xuan Mo closed her eyes and restrained herself from letting the tears flow out.
She was not afraid of her own fate, but just felt that it was a pity.
A pity that Bai Ze's calculation failed. A pity that he would rather sacrifice himself yet failed to achieve his goals. A pity that when he left she didn't say anything, and now there was no chance.