"Qingyuan, tell me, if I hadn't interfered back then, would we have lived a very different life than we do now? You and she would have a happy family, instead of just the two of us resenting each other like we do now. Years are desolate." Zong Qisheng looked at Mu Qingyuan who was dying on the bed, and suddenly felt that his life had been on the wrong path from the moment he met Mu Qingyuan, "Qingyuan, if I give you another chance, will you come with me?"
After listening to Zong Qisheng's words, Mu Qingyuan struggled to open his cloudy eyes, and tremblingly grabbed Zong Qisheng's hand on the side of the couch, "I, I don't..."
Intention: To love is to love openly and clearly.