In the pitch-black room, he quietly leaned against the edge of the bed, sitting on the soft carpet of his daughter's room, staying there silently.
Actually, Mu Yichen felt quite helpless this time; he longed for her forgiveness but didn't dare to ask for it. From her mother's death to her father's passing, each time was so sudden. He even felt some hatred in his heart, but all of this had to be buried deep inside, even he didn't want to accept it, so why would Qin Mu as his daughter?
Qin Mu couldn't fall asleep, feeling his presence behind her, but her heart resisted getting close to him. Later, her head was pounding so badly that she finally fell asleep.
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The next day, when Qin Mu got up, there was no sign of Mu Yichen in the room. Thinking about turning over in the second half of the night and still seeing him lightly sleeping by the bed, where had he gone at this time?
