Chapter 1111: No Regrets in This Life, No Remorse for This Love (Part 3)

Chapter 1111: Chapter 1111: No Regrets in This Life, No Remorse for This Love (Part 3)

Ning Xu curved his lips and gave Shui Jingmo a cheerful yet gentle smile, just like in the past when they were still together. Whenever he faced him, he couldn’t help but lift the corners of his lips, and in his eyes, there was an overflow of affection.

"A Jing," Ning Xu called softly.

Just these two words made Shui Jingmo’s heart tremble, but the words that settled on his lips couldn’t come out.

"Have you ever loved me?" Ning Xu looked at him, his eyes filled with an obsession and expectation, just like back then when he would cling to his waist while acting coquettishly.

The fingers hidden within Shui Jingmo’s wide sleeves were tightly clenched together, his nails digging into his palms with no sense.

His expression was tranquil, and his eyes remained unaffected.

But at this moment, even standing there facing him felt relentlessly exhausting. He knew clearly that even with a blink, his long-held composure could crumble.

Reducing all ten years of endurance to ashes.

He couldn’t answer.

He knew he truly loved him; Xiao Xu was the only person Shui Jingmo had ever loved deeply in his life.

But he could not speak; he couldn’t.

Back then, his mother, whom he had shared life with for years, continually threatened him in every manner, even going as far as to risk her life; he couldn’t ignore it. He married Feng Peining, and he couldn’t be irresponsible to Feng Peining either.

All his cruelty could only be directed at the person he loved most, only Xiao Xu.

So, people are just so despicable; all the hurt often goes only to the person who loves you the most and whom you love deeply. It’s like an instinct.

He couldn’t say he loved him.

But saying he didn’t love him was even harder to utter; he had already said the most hurtful words to him. Saying something even more hurtful felt impossible, more difficult than death.

So, all these years, he had been avoiding him, avoiding Xiao Xu, and avoiding himself because he couldn’t give an answer to this question. He couldn’t even provide an answer to himself.

Ning Xu looked at the silent Shui Jingmo, suddenly chuckled softly, stepped forward, and gently hugged Shui Jingmo.

The warmth was still the familiar warmth, the familiar scent, unchanged.

And at this moment, all of it was genuine.

Not the false dreams he had forcibly exchanged with Puppet Grass, nor the stiff body, the rigid gaze, and the numb warmth in those dreams.

Now, everything was real; he genuinely embraced him.

Ning Xu slightly tilted his head, Shui Jingmo’s face was within reach.

"I really like you, A Jing." Ning Xu curved his lips, slightly cold lips pressed onto Shui Jingmo’s. He wanted to linger longer, wanted to savor the familiar warmth, longing for that lip-to-lip attachment and the mutual fusion, but he just lightly touched and then withdrew.

Shui Jingmo stood there, yet inside, he was already shaken.

If Xiao Xu’s lips had lingered even a second longer, he might not be able to help but desperately want to hold him tightly.

Ning Xu released Shui Jingmo, stepped back two steps, quietly gazing into his eyes, deeply, yearning.

"Xiao Xu, what’s happening to you today?" Shui Jingmo’s fingers gripped tighter, trying hard to relax a little.