Wen Jiaren waited in the room for Mu Qian for a long time, but he never returned, and in the end, she left Ya Garden.
When Mu Qian came back and didn't see that delicate figure, a flash of disappointment crossed the inscrutable depths of his eyes. He walked into the study and sat down at the computer again, staring at the screen full of Wen Jiaren's name, repeating it countless times—each keystroke had been made by his own hands!
Tonight, he hadn't done any work at all, just repeatedly typing those three characters over and over again.
The screen was filled with 'Wen Jiaren, Wen Jiaren, Wen Jiaren,' an endless repetition.
Until the last few segments, a string of nonsensical characters without any discernible meaning, because when she hugged him from behind, his heart was filled with affection, his thoughts completely on her, his hands not even aware of what they were typing!
However, all of this, Wen Jiaren did not see.
