Qian Meng's eyes were probably red and glassy. And she knew Mo Qingchen looked the same.
The guy left quickly, leaving them to their own devices.
Mo Qingchen sat down and took the mug into his hand.
He took a sip of his coffee and then sighed as he looked at her.
"You're mad at me for not telling you sooner," he stated.
Tears filled her eyes as she rubbed her hands over her face. Was she mad at him? It felt wrong to be mad at someone who had died and come back to rescue her at all costs. But she was definitely hurt.
"I just…" she hesitated for a moment, trying to reign in her emotions. "Why wouldn't you tell me, Mo Qingchen? You already figured out that I had a similar experience, but you didn't tell me. I could have been with you longer. I just don't understand why you would let me sit there, completely oblivious, doing nothing—"
She was so sick of crying, but the sobs came back in full force.
