No sooner had she walked through the door than she saw the spectacle of herself being thrown out!
She glanced at Bei Yunhuan, calmly drinking his wine, her mood immediately lifted and she seized Murong Wei's hand in a rush of excitement.
"Sister Wei, you were absolutely right!"
Brother Yunhuan doesn't like that nasty woman at all!
Otherwise, why would he watch her being thrown out with such cold eyes, unmoved?
Murong Wei subtly arched an eyebrow, "What's meant for you won't slip away, what's not..."
She suddenly stopped, the words were on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to say them.
Can the things that aren't meant for you be so easily cast aside?
If a twenty-year-long obsession is something that can be given up with just a word, then there wouldn't be so many lovelorn men and women in the world.
Murong Wei instinctively shot a glance at Yuanya.
Biting her lower lip, she was looking in the direction Yuanmiao left, her expression angry and bitter.
