Qin Mu was on the verge of tears, her eyes brimming with emotion as she looked at him and asked again.
"Wang Huanyu personally said that the person who slept with Yang Qianxi that night wasn't me, it was Wang Mingyu!"
He held her face in his hands, and every word he uttered, he spoke in a voice only she could hear.
In Qin Mu's already tearful eyes, the world became a blur, yet she clutched his arm with such intensity, "Then, then us——"
"I belong to you, and you alone are mine!"
Looking into his deep and dark eyes, Qin Mu suddenly found herself struggling to maintain control.
Turning to see the guests smiling at her, she had intended to hold back, but she could not stand it any longer. She felt that these two long months were like two centuries, and that was truly enough.
So, with her breath coming in uneven gasps, she bowed her head, nudged his chest slightly, and after a few seconds, looked up at Mu Yichen again, unable to say a word, just breaking out into tears like a fool.
