When Mu Chenyan recalled that scene, she could not help but mock bitterly at herself in her heart.
No matter how much she resented him, the moment their bodies merged perfectly, she would not be able to control herself to pardon him infinitely, and her body would freely accept him...
Thinking of those past images and reflecting on her current sorry state, Mu Chenyan felt heart-wrenching.
She and Yuan Xuan, was it only the warmth on the bed that was left of between them?
She had drifted about in the first half of her life. The numerous pursuit of romance when she was young then, were all initiated by her. To her, Yuan Xuan seemed to be far off, as though he was right before her eyes, yet he was actually beyond reach.
...
She drank until she was half-drunk, and her body felt light and tipsy. Watching the night sky with glassy eyes, her heart felt empty, only then did she had the courage to pick up the phone.
