Qin Mu felt restless. After taking care of Huanhuan and putting him to sleep, she returned to the bedroom but stood at the doorway, not wanting to go in: "Mu Yichen, I really don't want to go."
Her voice carried a tone of lethargy, truly expressing her aversion.
"Then don't go!"
He lay on the bed and replied with a voice that was light and indifferent.
Qin Mu slowly walked in and sat at the edge of the bed opposite him, her head lowered.
Looking at the ring mark on her finger, she had left the ring in the drawer of the bedside table in her studio. She didn't dare to wear it again, just as she didn't dare to let others assume they were a couple.
She suddenly had the depraved thought that it might be better to be seen as the kind of lovers who hide in the shadows, letting people think of her as that shameless woman who clings to wealth.
Even though she was only twenty-three years old, she didn't have the luxury of enjoying her youth.
