It was time for her to accept that and let it go. The only problem was, it was much easier said than done.
"Do you understand what I just told you, Qian Meng?" he asked again, a trace of impatience in his voice.
"I understand," she said quickly, feeling like she had lost a battle.
"Good."
- - - - -
The next few days were uncomfortable and Qian Meng just felt tired despite getting a lot of sleep. Mo Qingchen and she were relatively quiet as they ate or drove to work or home. The clanging of forks and knives against their plates and the sound of the busy streets were painfully loud as they invaded the silence.
Qian Meng knew why Mo Qingchen and she were not in the mood to talk, but she wasn't sure was Xiong Hua also seemed to remain quiet. She seemed deep in thought and Qian Meng didn't pester.
