Lin Xiangwan returned home very late, her grandma and grandpa had already gone to bed!
She tiptoed upstairs, opened the door, and assumed Qin Muchuan should be home by now.
But the room was surprisingly empty and there was no sign that he came back at all.
Her heart, already covered in scars, suffered from even more wounds, the pain was unbearable to bear.
She softly put her bag on the footstool then sat down dejectedly, tears streaming down her cheeks in sorrow.
She really didn't want to cry, but she felt so terrible.
Qin Muchuan had completely betrayed her, he had become unbridled and seemingly did not care about her feelings anymore.
He hadn't come home this late and if he says nothing happened with Zhou Ziqing, she would most definitely not believe him.
Just thinking about him and Zhou Ziqing entwined in bed drove her mad with heartache.
With a 'click', the door opened and Qin Muchuan rushed in.
The dark room lit up with the glow from the light.
