When she shouted, tears fell slowly, yet particularly precious.
Qin Mu felt as if her heart had been forcibly carved open by a knife, with her son and daughter leaving one after the other. How could she finish this meal properly? She turned to Mu Yichen: "What should we do?"
Mu Yichen did not look at her, he simply stood up to clear the dishes.
He couldn't eat either. Since no one had an appetite, this breakfast was made in vain.
Qin Mu couldn't quite articulate her feelings; she no longer knew what to feel, and it was a pain that words couldn't describe.
She was lost, disappointed, but no matter the emotion, it was directed at herself. She was utterly disappointed in herself, seeing her son and daughter so hurt and hopeless over their own matters for the first time.
After work that day, she was distracted in the office.
