The speaker was naturally Muse.
Her eyes were firmly fixed on Mo Shichen, as if she could see no one else but him, and there was a carefulness in her expression that didn't usually belong.
Mo Shichen's gaze shifted from Wen Yi's face to Muse's.
In the depths of her eyes there were shades of sorrow and apprehension, not as confidently beautiful as she appeared on the surface.
He could tell at a glance; this woman stood here tonight with all kinds of schemes, even persuading her ex-husband to vouch for her. It was not difficult for him to see that she had to muster all her courage.
All these years had passed, was she still thinking of him, even though he was married to another woman, had disappeared for five years, and was now showing favor to another woman in front of everyone?
Did she love him that much?
But the woman who claimed to have loved him for over a decade was exceedingly indifferent and composed.
