While a few people were drinking and making noise in the living room, Shen Mu quietly left.
She drove on the road, thinking about what she had just heard.
Did her death make Huo Yunxiao very sad?
Or... did Huo Yunxiao not actually hate her to that extent?
Deep down inside, Shen Mu knew her own thoughts.
She wanted to see him, and every day after waking up, she went crazy missing him.
Every restless night, she would think of the bits and pieces of the past.
And every peaceful dream was of Huo Yunxiao's figure.
In her midnight dreams, she always thought that the bedroom next door was Huo Yunxiao's.
But realizing that they had already separated, her heart would ache and remind her that Huo Yunxiao hated her.
She wanted to see him, but she didn't dare.
The phone call before her death, the cold and disgusted voice, she only listened to it once and it was enough.
