Mu Liang asked coldly, "You escaped and watched with open eyes as I struggled in pain and desperation, but you turned a blind eye. You had escaped long before without telling me you were alive. I alone tossed and turned, plagued by yearning, while you entangled yourself with other men, creating a messy situation. Relying on my feelings for you, how could you trample over my emotions like this?"
...
Every accusation from him seemed baffling to Qiao Xia—what did he mean by 'messy entanglements'? Neo was merely someone who was fond of her; if he hadn't come, she would have been on a long-distance bus, leaving this place by now.
He was in despair, pain, and struggle, but did she have a single day that was any better?
"I'll go with you." Qiao Xia was utterly exhausted. Having fled for so long, for so many days, she was in constant fear that Nikola would find her, not having slept a day, her nerves stretched to their limit.
Mu Liang, it wasn't just you living in despair.
