Lin Ruonan's face turned completely pale upon hearing Mu Xingfeng's words, the phrase "impossible" echoing in her ears. She instinctively asked, "Why is it impossible between us?"
This was the question buried in her heart for over a decade. She never had the courage to ask it aloud, fearing the answer she didn't want to hear.
But now that Mu Xingfeng had spoken, she couldn't help but ask.
She had loved him for almost twenty years. In these twenty years, she had completely lost herself, always following in his footsteps, even aligning all her likes with his preferences.
But now he told her that it was impossible between them. She was unwilling to accept it; she didn't understand where the problem was.
Mu Xingfeng turned his head to look at Lin Ruonan. Her face, elegantly delicate, was filled with pain and unwillingness, her dark eyes shimmering with tears.
