"Have you never thought about giving up?" Ling Momo asked somewhat seriously, but more than that, she was seeking a kindred spirit, wondering whether she should give up on loving Enson.
"Give up?" Li Qingshen furrowed his brows, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Maybe in the next life."
Ling Momo suddenly fell silent.
She heard Li Qingshen's voice come through once more, "If it were possible not to love her, I would certainly choose not to love her."
"You know that's a big 'if.'"
"So, it's not that I don't want to give up, but that I cannot give up, nor can I convince myself to do so."
Ling Momo suddenly felt that resonance, she had deleted Enson, cut off WeChat, but she couldn't deceive her own heart.
To love is to love.
It's not like you can stop loving by cutting everything off.
If possible, she too would want to stop falling for Enson but... just as Li Qingshen had said, you know it's only an 'if.'
