He Jianzhou looked at the closed door, his handsome face clouded with gloom.
No matter how heartless that person was to her, she always held him in her heart.
No matter how much he did for her, she couldn't see it.
He would always just be a substitute for that person.
He Jianzhou suddenly got off the bed, his body bare, stepping on the towel on the floor as he headed straight to the bathroom.
He raised his hand to wipe the mist off the glass, looking at the handsome face in the mirror, sometimes he really wished to scar this face, and shatter her sweet dreams as well.
But, he dared not.
If he lost this face, would she still notice his existence?
At this thought, the gloom in his eyes flickered and vanished.
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After Mu Chen's funeral ended, Mu Yan finally had some free time.
She could take this opportunity to check on the flower shop's business, and it really shocked her.
