From the moment Ling Wei was born until now, she had gotten everything she wanted. Even if it was something that others thought was impossible in the past, she had gotten it. Hence, she felt that it was nothing even if Bo Junyan doted on Mu Huan.
Things that were difficult were interesting. It was meaningless to be able to get something so easily.
"It's good that you think so."
…
When Mu Huan returned home, Bo Junyan and Ling Wei were sitting in the living room, talking about something. The two of them were still quite close to each other, which made her good mood instantly disappear. Sometimes, people were like this. Even though she knew that there was nothing between them, she still could not control her emotions.
Right then, Ling Wei, who had her head lowered and was looking at something, did not speak. She only extended her hand and Bo Junyan handed her a pen.
The tacit understanding between the two made Mu Huan even more depressed.
