She still carried the hurt with her. It was always there, but she couldn't figure out why the news of Bai Ye Qing's death was bringing it all to the surface.
'Why do I care? Why do I give a shit whether he is alive or dead?'
And then she realized how angry she was at him. Angry that he had died.
It was too easy. He deserved to live through the guilt and pain of what he had put her through. He deserved to deal with the repercussions. He deserved to realize he had lost everything in the world and get thrown around like a rag doll. He deserved to have to remember her as the person who ruined him. But now… he was just gone.
She jumped when Mo Qingchen came up behind her. The way he wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her was sweet, but it startled her.
"Did I scare you?" he asked softly, seeking out the crook of her neck.
"A little."
He was silent for a moment. "The bedroom is nice."
