Mrs. Mu?
Qin Mu thought to herself, I really didn't see you treating me like Mrs. Mu, from morning till night, it's all kinds of sarcasm and criticism towards her, her heart, even if made of iron, would have been pierced through long ago by his endless barbs.
No response, Qin Mu just closed her eyes and felt the warmth and moisture brought by the eye mask.
Mu Yichen watched as she finally calmed down, her chest no longer heaving, knowing she had settled a bit, he straightened up and walked towards her.
Qin Mu didn't make a sound either, listening to his light footsteps, always feeling he was deliberately careful not to disturb her, but there was a breath stuck in her chest, in short, difficult to express, so the best way was to keep silent.
Mu Yichen slowly sat down beside her, his arm habitually reaching behind her, but instead of putting it on her shoulder, it rested on the back of the sofa.
