Watching her leave, Tang Si took a deep breath.
The smile on his face was gone, and his beautiful eyes were filled with a somber intensity.
The answer was almost certain now that Wen Mu was that person.
So, what kind of plot twist was he still waiting for?
This question was like an unsolvable poison, gripping his mind, turning his emotions upside down.
Invisibly, something was pushing him down into dark, muddy depths, not allowing him any chance to breathe.
It felt like his whole body was being crushed by thousands of sharp blades, leaving him dazed.
He rubbed his temples, his pale lips pressed tightly together, got up, and took some medicine.
Forcibly suppressing the burning agitation with medication.
Only then did he lean against the sofa, letting out a long sigh.
...
Song Yi wasn't lying; Li Wen really did come to pick her up.
As she walked downstairs, a slight wind rose in the air, quite brisk, yet it made her feel joyful inside and out.
