He seemed to have inexhaustible energy, all of which he poured into Su Tiyue…

The candlesticks on the table had long since burned out, leaving only a trace of the fire.

As dawn broke, Xiao Heye ran his fingers over Su Tiyue's reddened eyes. Seeing how pitiful she had been crying all night, he finally let her go.

"Moon, I love you." His hoarse, deep voice echoed in the quiet, empty air.

Su Tiyue gave a weak "hmm" sound, her soft body leaning into his arms, finding a comfortable position to lie in front of Xiao Heye's muscular chest.

Xiao Heye lowered his head, sniffed the fragrance of her hair, and said in a deep voice, "Just one 'hmm'...??"

Clearly, he was not satisfied with the answer.

Su Tiyue seemed to sense his unusual behavior and replied softly, "I know."

"It's not those three words." Xiao Heye laid his cards on the table. He wanted to hear three words, but it wasn't those three words.

Su Tiyue stiffened, her slightly closed eyes slowly opening. She tilted her head back and met Xiao Heye's dark eyes for a long time...

She still couldn't utter a single word.

Su Tiyue knew what Xiao Heye wanted to hear, but... she never said it to him.

"Fine, if I force you like this, even if you do tell me, it probably won't be what you truly mean." A hint of disappointment flashed in Xiao Heye's eyes, and his voice was light and airy.

He's so intelligent; his sharp eyes can see through all the hypocrisy and pretense in this world, so...

If Su Tiyue said those three words, and if she didn't mean them sincerely, how could Xiao Heye not see through it?