A wisp of autumn wind arrived uninvited.
Mu Ling'er stood still, in a trance, as if something had touched her soul.
It was as if an emotion was surging forth, and if she didn't seize it in time, she would regret it for a lifetime.
Suddenly, she rushed forward a few steps, shouting, "Chen, Chen Yang."
Chen Yang waved his hand and gradually walked down the heavenly steps, his figure disappearing.
Mu Ling'er stopped, her expression wooden.
In an instant, it was as if her spirit and strength were drained, leaving only an empty shell.
"Ling'er."
Mu Ying walked up to her, first glancing in the direction where Chen Yang had vanished, then patted Mu Ling'er's shoulder with complex emotions.
With his meticulous mind, how could he not see that Chen Yang had no feelings for Mu Ling'er and was only invited to put on an act?
Now that the matter was settled, it was natural for him to leave.
"Grandfather, I'm sorry, I lied to you."
