His expression was indescribable in that moment, as if he had been cruelly thrown from the clouds to the ground, suffering a fall as disgraceful as a dog eating shit.
Qin Mu simply lifted her eyes to look at him, and she was gradually remembering something.
He really was here, but...
Where was he last night?
"Mr. Mu!"
Behind him was a voice all too familiar to Qin Mu.
Yang Qianxi!
Yang Qianxi came running over, looking disheveled and embarrassed as if she had just been through something scandalous.
Qin Mu's heart seemed to suddenly plummet off a cliff.
Her eyes brimming with weighty emotion, Qin Mu could no longer see clearly.
She only tried to choke back a sob, forcefully pushing away the man gripping her shoulders before the tears could fall down her cheeks.
She turned and hurried towards the stairwell, her steps staggered and rushed.
The guesthouse wasn't very large, yet...
"Mr. Mu!"
Yang Qianxi was behind him, clad only in a simple nightgown.
