Qin Wan's brain inexplicably froze.
For quite a while, her mind was a mess.
The man before her had a cool demeanor, with serious, deep-set eyes that stared at her like a profound pool.
His voice was low and hoarse, yet there was a commanding tone that left one unsure of how to respond.
She lifted her chin slightly, her tone indifferent, "Mu Shaochen, I don't want to like you."
Mu Shaochen's gaze dimmed slightly.
But in an instant, it returned to its deep and dark intensity, "I know."
Some say that an unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal.
Qin Wan was probably like that.
Yet he felt that she was different from others; she shouldn't need a lifetime to recover.
Qin Wan ignored the twinge in her heart.
Just as she was about to say something, Mu Shaochen's low and muted voice again drummed in her ears, "I will wait for you for a lifetime."
"..."
Having said this, his gaze shifted back to the old madam lying on the hospital bed.
