Sometimes, the answer is more terrifying than death itself.
That night, the two of them tore at each other's hearts, yet no answer came forth.
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The next morning, Qin Mu went to the dressing room and wrapped a silk scarf around her slender neck, concealing several bite marks he had left, ensuring there was nothing amiss with her appearance before she dared to go downstairs.
Recalling the heart-wrenching love from last night, she actually felt that at that time, he truly hated her.
Feng Fanghua had a slight cold, so the task of combing Huanhuan's hair fell to her.
Qin Mu sat on the sofa, combing her daughter's hair as she sat on a little stool, while Feng Fanghua watched from the opposite side, constantly making her granddaughter look up and laugh foolishly. Qin Mu helplessly let them be, and after finishing the beautiful hairstyle, she said with satisfaction, "There, done!"
