"Not coming home?" Huang Qingtian's eyebrows suddenly shot up.
However, his point of focus was not the sense of loss Mu Keren harbored as she spoke those words. It was, instead, the word "home" from her lips.
Ever since his mother left, he had not felt the sensation of home for many years. Even though this apartment was bequeathed by his mother, it failed to elicit much sense of belonging in him.
But ever since Mu Keren moved into this apartment, he had been coming back more often. His feelings for this apartment, it seemed, had also undergone a change.
But he had never quite understood what this change was. And now, Mu Keren's mention of it reminded him.
It was home!
Yes, this was the feeling of home.
"Huang Qingtian, are you angry?" Mu Keren looked up and found the handsome face above her with furrowed brows, worried that he was angry.
Unexpectedly, the man who was frowning a moment ago suddenly cracked a smile when he heard her words.
