"Mr. Mu, since you love her, why not love her wholeheartedly! She can put aside the person most important to her apart from you; shouldn't you also be able to curb your bad temper for her?"
The last words Jian Yan said before hanging up.
Though Mu Yichen replied with a decisive "Of course," for some reason, he still felt suffocated inside.
The moon in the sky was so bright, yet his heart seemed shrouded in a haze.
Does he really need others to remind him to cherish his woman?
Involuntarily, Mu Yichen glanced at the house entrance while smoking there. Qin Mu was leaning against the cabinet by the door, gently massaging her legs, having already taken off her favorite high heels.
She's waiting for him!
After realizing this, Mu Yichen suddenly extinguished the cigarette between his fingers and walked in.
There was a trash can by the door, and he tossed the cigarette into it as he walked to Qin Mu's side: "What are you doing?"
"My legs feel a bit sore. Finished your call?"
