He managed to remain idle, but—
"How's Qin Mingzhu?"
He slowly walked forward, leaning against the wall and asking her.
The warm light fell on him, but it couldn't reach her heart.
Qin Mu didn't speak, she just put down the cup, picked up the thermos, and poured herself another cup of water.
Mu Yichen looked at her questioningly, he was clearly trying to make peace with her, yet she couldn't tell? Couldn't feel it?
"About last night..."
Qin Mu shook the cup, drank the remaining sips of water in one gulp, then got onto the bed, lay down, and turned her back to him to sleep.
The words Mu Yichen wanted to say, in the end, were left unsaid.
He just stood there, looking at her profile.
How stubborn could she be? How little did she understand about marital relations?
And as for their family rules, strangely enough, he couldn't even bring himself to demand her to adhere to them now.
