Xu Muzhou looked at her, bent down and gently kissed the back of her neck. His shattered heart found some relief.

He moved her to a hotel. The woman lay defenseless on the bed, her breathing steady. Even if he approached shamelessly, she wouldn’t show a disgusted expression.

How nice.

Xu Muzhou pressed his face against her chest, placing one of her hands on him, as if she was embracing him.

He slowly began to unbutton his clothes, throwing the dark red vest on the floor, then started to unbutton his white shirt. After undoing all the buttons, he didn’t take it off, but grabbed the woman’s hand and placed countless kisses on her palm.

Xu Muzhou turned his back and took off his shirt, casually throwing it on the floor. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling beside the woman. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes gradually becoming hazy.

He leaned down somewhat eagerly, slowly and gently pressing his delicate lips against hers, greedily swallowing her breath.

The sticky and lingering kisses trailed down to her fair neck. He moved away slightly. The gold-plated buttons on her clothes called to him like a succubus. Xu Muzhou swallowed, his fingers trembling as he reached out.

One, two. Xu Muzhou’s eyes were scalded, and his movements stopped. His mind was in chaos. An unprecedented shyness made his face even redder, even his neck turning pink. His whole body seemed to be steaming.

“What’s wrong, not continuing?”

The sudden female voice made Xu Muzhou freeze instantly. The blush on his face quickly faded, and he slowly raised his head, face pale. The woman looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes filled with mockery.

Fang Chuning pushed him off her, sat up on the bed, her face calm as she slowly buttoned up her clothes.

This moment was undoubtedly Xu Muzhou’s most wretched. His upper body was bare, his slender, beautiful body worthless in front of her. She didn’t even give him a second glance as she pushed him away.

He didn’t wonder why she was awake, his mind blank, not covering his exposed skin.

“I wondered what your goal was, turns out it was just for this kind of despicable act.” Fang Chuning turned her head, her gaze ice-cold. “What’s the next step? Let Tang Jiali know we slept together? Or have the news media report on our intimacy?”

Xu Muzhou’s face turned ashen, as if he might faint at any moment. “It’s not like that…”

“I really underestimated you.” Fang Chuning suppressed her fury, sneering, “Turns out Student Xu isn’t so noble after all. How disgusting.”

As if sentenced to death, Xu Muzhou no longer dared to raise his head. The bone-chilling cold almost took away the last bit of warmth from his body. He kept his head lowered deeply, terrified of her eyes that were filled with disgust.

Even long after the woman left, he remained in that position, like a soulless sculpture.

Fang Chuning was extremely angry. She hadn’t expected him to use such a low tactic, to the extent that she couldn’t even bear to look at him for a short while.

Because of the wedding matters, she didn’t have time. Later, Xu Muzhou tried to meet her once more, but she refused. After that, there was no more news from him.

Until one day, while Fang Chuning was dealing with a contract about land acquisition, her phone kept ringing. She glanced at it and saw it was an unknown number, so she muted it and didn’t bother with it anymore.

The office door was knocked, and her assistant came in. She looked a bit flustered, hesitating at the door with an expression of having something to say but holding back.

Fang Chuning glanced at her, “What’s wrong?”

“Ms. Fang, please take a look at the live TV broadcast. The prince, he…”

“You’re watching live broadcasts during work hours?” She focused on the key point.

“No, it’s all over phones now. Please take a look!” The assistant walked up to her with her phone and opened the live stream.

The live stream showed a grey sky. The camera was shaky and the sound was noisy, impossible to hear clearly.

“What’s going on?”

“That’s the prince!”

The image became clearer and kept zooming in. A small figure appeared on top of a tall building. Fang Chuning’s eyelids twitched, her heart almost stopping.

She saw the location displayed on the live stream – it was Century Building, right above her.

Fang Chuning hurriedly took the elevator to the top floor. By now, the police had blocked off the entrance and exit, and those reporters who had rushed up in the chaos were all stopped outside.

Fang Chuning was stopped by a policeman. Her forehead was sweating, but she still calmly said, “Let me try to persuade him, it might work.”

The policeman considered for a moment, then let her through.

Century Building was one of the top three tallest buildings in the world. One can imagine how strong the wind was on the roof. Fang Chuning bypassed a group of people and quickly saw the young man standing on the edge of the roof.

He had a thin figure and was facing away from them. His deep pink short hair was disheveled by the wind.

Fang Chuning took a deep breath, her voice neither loud nor soft: “Xu Muzhou.”

The figure remained still for a moment. The young man, who hadn’t shown any sign of yielding despite half an hour of persuasion from others, slowly turned around. His empty expression lifted into a smile, “You came.”

He was standing at the edge of the building, even turning around made people anxious, fearing he might misstep.

His complexion was terrible, but he was smiling, as if making a final farewell, “I’ve thought about it for a long time. If I can’t be with you, I’d rather not stay in the same world as you.”

“So, you want to die in front of me to make me remember you forever?”

Xu Muzhou looked up, “Will you remember me then?”

“No,” Fang Chuning said without hesitation. “I can’t even remember living people, why would I remember you as a dead person?”

The answer seemed to devastate the young man. He lowered his head, “I see…” He raised his head again, eyes brimming with tears, smiling, “It’s okay. I will always remember you, even in death.”

He took a small step back, half of his heel hanging over the edge. The wind blew his hair and loose clothes, making him look unsteady.

Gasps of shock arose.

Fang Chuning clenched her fist, “Is this how you show your affection for me? By using death to coerce me?”

Crystal-like tears fell from Xu Muzhou’s slightly swollen eyes. He bit his lip, crying silently.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

He took another small step back, crying so hard he was gasping for air, constantly mumbling “sorry”.

Fang Chuning didn’t know if his apologies were for now or for before, perhaps both. She had no heart to think about it. Seeing that he truly intended to go, her heart clenched.

She reached out her hand to him, her gaze resolute, “This is the last chance. There won’t be another. Come here.”

Xu Muzhou’s eyes widened. He pressed his lips tightly together, his hands gripping his trouser legs tightly, seeming uncertain.

Fang Chuning stared at him, repeating: “Come here. I won’t say it a third time.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the young man rushed into her arms like an arrow, burying his face deep in the crook of her neck. The last thread of rationality supporting him finally snapped, and he broke down crying: “Ningning, wuu… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

Fang Chuning’s tense nerves relaxed. She gritted her teeth but ultimately didn’t say anything more to provoke him, allowing his tears to soak her clothes.