Dang City, within a private villa.
Mu Qing sat on the sofa with a helpless expression, looking at the man sitting opposite her, she said somewhat helplessly: "Zhao Wuji, why must you do this?"
Zhao Wuji sighed softly, "We're already old, having wasted nearly twenty years, I don't want to miss out on the future anymore."
A hint of bitterness curled at the corners of Mu Qing's lips; she looked down at her legs and said, "With me like this, do you think we have a future?"
Although Zhao Wuji was over forty, a man at forty is like a flower in bloom, and this was his time to shine. She didn't want to be the drag on Zhao Wuji because of her.
"Zhao Wuji, just give it up. I am well aware of the state of my own body; there's no future for us."
There was a tinge of melancholy and confusion in Mu Qing's tone.
