The miserable Qin Yin still didn't know the truth. He didn't know what tool he had used to pry open Lan Jin's front door, and then he simply squatted at Lan Jin's house and room, refusing to leave.
On the bed, the bedding and pillows seemed to still carry Lan Jin's scent, as Qin Yin buried his head into them, almost greedily sniffing the aroma. He was crazed, consumed by it.
Qin Mu had been following him all along, and seeing him like this, he always felt like he was some pervert who had broken into someone else's home.
Alas, could his master stay like this forever?
"Master, why don't you eat something first? Even just a sip of water would be fine. If you keep this up, your body won't be able to take it," Qin Mu really cared about him.
"If Miss Lan Jin came back to life and saw you looking like a ghost, she would definitely be scared off." Qin Mu tried every possible way to persuade him.
