1912. His Thoughts
After applying the medicine left by Shen Muchen and a period of rest, Mu Anran's throat had improved significantly.
She was able to speak normally, expressing her own emotions.
On the way back to Yujing Villa, Mu Anran sat in the passenger seat to the right of Yu Lingqian.
She remained silent throughout the whole journey.
Only occasionally would she turn her head to glance at Yu Lingqian, her face showing a desire to speak yet holding back.
It seemed like she had many questions, wanting to ask but not knowing where to start.
Yu Lingqian, who was focused on driving, wore a cold expression, but his eyes were still very deep.
The two of them had been together for so long that Mu Anran somewhat understood Yu Lingqian.
Sometimes, just by looking into his eyes, she could tell if he was hiding something in his heart.
After the events of last night, it seemed they had reconciled.
But only Mu Anran knew: the appearance of Shen Jiaoyang stood between them.
