Mu Luxiu sat on the soft chair with a solemn expression, looking at the woman who was kneeling on the ground begging him with full of pity. "Your Majesty, I beg you, please let Huayu live." The tears lingering in his eyes finally shed when the woman he loved most was begging for mercy for other men. "Let him go? Did you know that he put a knife on my neck yesterday?" Mu Luxiu asked with a wry smile, not knowing whether he was asking Lu Ningxi or himself, "Then who will let me go? You took my heart, and he came to take my life again." Forget it, my heart is gone with you, what's the use of me supporting the world with a body. Mu Luxiu always thought that there was a place in Lu Ningxi's heart that could accommodate him. It was not until she knelt down and begged him for another man that he suddenly realized that he was alone. Lu Ningxi had forgotten how long she had been in love with Mu Luxiu, but the matter had come to this, so let it be a misunderstanding. The love of youth does not have to be together before it ends.