"Mu Yichen, do you still love me?"
That voice, light as a feather, pierced heavily into the man's strong heart!
At that moment, the whole world fell silent!
Mu Yichen's pitch-black deep eyes looked down at the woman beneath him, and at that moment, her uncertainty chilled his heart.
"No love! I haven't loved for a long time!"
His ruthless reply came as he rolled off her, pulled up his trousers, and left.
Love and being loved seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye!
After he left, the tears that remained at the corner of her eyes...
She then turned over and fell asleep!
There was no anger! No sadness! It was as if everything was expected!
So the next day, she still went to work as composedly as ever, Huanhuan being so young had already learned to make simple crafts out of drawing paper with Xiaomei.
