Damn it! What in the world is Su Chaoyang up to? Could he possibly harbor a bone-deep hatred for me, carrying my photo around so he can stomp on it whenever he remembers me?
Is it just like me making a voodoo doll with "Su Chaoyang" written on it, and poking it with needles whenever I'm upset?
Just thinking about it sent shivers and goosebumps crawling down Mu Xiangwan's skin. Could that guy really be such a child?
Then what did it mean for him to have taken her picture?
The more Mu Xiangwan thought about how he had left, leaving her with mysteries that plunged her into turmoil, the more she loathed the man. It's as if he was born to be a thorn in her side.
Having been stuck at home alone for a few days, Mu Xiangwan began to feel stale. Su Chaoyang had finally left, so after eating her breakfast she eagerly went downstairs, planning to go out for a stroll.
