Qin Mu raised her eyes to look at him and gradually calmed down, but then she lowered her gaze, no longer wanting to see him.
She had made it clear that there was something wrong with that woman.
She didn't know why Zhuo Wen was in this room, nor did she know why Zhuo Wen was on him; she didn't know if anything had happened between them.
She didn't even care anymore, willing to let go of everything.
Looking at him, she couldn't muster any strength.
They were no longer the children they once were.
Thinking of her actions just now, she unconsciously scoffed at herself, then raised her hand, her head bowed, palm pressing against her tearful eyes and forehead.
Her head hurt like hell.
She was already irritable enough.
She had sat in the café for so long, thought so much, and just when she had finally convinced herself to carry on as usual, she returned to see all this.
