Xia Fanxing had thought that Mu Hanchen hadn't returned to the old house because he was mad about the last incident, intentionally giving her the cold shoulder.
Mu Hanchen had thrown a few tantrums before, but she had always managed to coax him back to good spirits.
Perhaps he had always been high above the rest, unrivaled and never willing to back down, no matter if he was right or wrong.
But Xia Fanxing loved Mu Hanchen, and she was willing to be the one who yielded first.
And now, knowing that the person in his heart had returned, she was also willing to give up this love that she had been fighting for alone.
Yet she hadn't expected to witness such an unbearable scene before she had completely left.
Xia Fanxing felt as if her heart had been fiercely stabbed with a knife.
It hurt so much.
The late-night snack that she had carefully prepared for Mu Hanchen dropped to the floor with a resounding boom.
Mu Hanchen's groggy mind instantly became somewhat clearer.
