Wen Muqing abruptly sat up, looking at the empty space beside him on the bed, the place where he had been lying. It no longer retained the warmth of someone who had just left, meaning she had been gone for some time now.
His gaze fell upon the bedside table, where the scent pouch that had been rejected by Han Chuyuan earlier in the day had been lying.
But now, the scent pouch was no longer there.
Wen Muqing got out of bed and looked around, until he saw a faint light seeping through the gap under the bathroom door.
He walked to the bathroom door, about to raise his hand to knock, when cries started to filter through from inside.
Sister was crying?!
His hand paused in mid-air, not coming down to knock.
Was it because of what Han Chuyuan did today that she was crying?
He could clearly tell how upset she had been when Han Chuyuan rejected the scent pouch. He should have been happy, after all, this would mean that the distance between Han Chuyuan and her would only grow.
