Late at night, the living room.
Finally, those four light bulbs had left.
Mo Chen was still sitting on the armchair, and she was sitting opposite him.
The atmosphere was strangely silent.
The man's deep and husky voice rose, "Do you really want to reconcile with me?"
Qiao Ruoxin nodded, "Yes!"
Mo Chen sat up straight, his handsome face veiled with a thin layer of indifference, and said in a deep voice, "Since you've returned, I've been waiting for you to explain what happened two years ago, but you haven't mentioned a single word about it."
Two years ago...
Her fingers resting on her legs slowly curled up, her complexion turned slightly pale, and a hint of apprehension flashed through her eyes.
"Two years ago... I... I didn't send that breakup text message!"
Qiao Ruoxin looked at the man with earnest eyes, but his indifference and expressionless face were chilling.
Mo Chen's dark eyes stared at her face, capturing every little nuance of her gaze and expression.
