Mo Siluo stared at his friend and suddenly scoffed, "Why do all of you think that I keep her by my side because I can't bear to let her go?"
"Isn't it the case?" Rong Zifeng frowned and retorted.
"If I really couldn't bear to let her go, why would I agree to the engagement with Zhuang Furong? I simply want her to taste the same pain my mother went through, nothing more." Mo Siluo still refused to admit that his reasons for keeping her were selfish.
"Is it really just for that reason?" Rong Zifeng huffed, replying helplessly, "Then when do you plan on letting her go? Don't tell me you intend to imprison her for a lifetime."
"On the day I get married..." Mo Siluo contemplated as he gazed at the calendar on the table.
"Get married? The eighteenth of the twelfth lunar month? Are you actually torturing her or torturing yourself?" Sometimes, Rong Zifeng really wanted to knock some sense into this man with a block of wood.
"The date was their choice." Mo Siluo shifted the blame.
