After speaking, Mu Xingfeng turned and left the bathroom, his upright figure showing a hint of loneliness.
"Instructor Mu..."
The words of apology were at the tip of An Ran's tongue, but she didn't say them. She lowered her head and looked at the fragments at her feet, feeling as if her heart had fallen to the ground as well.
Instructor Mu was finally angry with her. This time, he did not force himself, but why did her heart feel so empty? Was it because Instructor Mu had pampered her too much before, and she was not used to it now?
Habits truly are a terrifying thing.
An Ran crouched down and picked up the fragments of the medicine bowl piece by piece. She suddenly felt that it was good that Instructor Mu was angry. These past few days, he had been too good to her, so good that it created an illusion making her think she had really become his girlfriend. Even more frightening was that she seemed to be getting used to this way of getting along.
