She didn't understand why he didn't tell her the reason for leaving this place; whether he thought it wasn't necessary or simply didn't want to say.
Over and over, she felt that no matter how much she pondered, it was all in vain.
Aligning oneself to their rightful place is what's important.
While Nan Ningyi was taking a nap, Mo Lingqi cooked herself fried rice with eggs and opened a bottle of wine.
She hadn't finished eating the fried rice, yet the wine was already depleted.
In a drowsy haze, she saw a dark figure sit across from her. She tried hard to open her eyes and see clearly, only to find his face.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to say." Xu Mohan looked towards the empty wine bottle, frowning, "Drink less."
"You don't control me." She pressed down on the table to stand up, staggering back to her room.
Xu Mohan remained seated there, motionless, until a noise came from her room.
