Mu Qinnian watched the two people holding hands and leaving, with coldness piercing to the bone in his deep eyes.
After leaving the villa, they got into the car, and neither of them spoke.
Rong Mochen didn't rush to drive away. He took out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, smoked three cigarettes in a row, and the person beside him still didn't say a word.
The sudden sting on the lips, along with the taste of blood on the tongue, made Jin Jumo frown slightly, yet she remained obediently confined by him in a nearly savage seizure.
Jin Jumo stared at him with wide eyes, only feeling both her heart and brain ache, so painful that even breathing became difficult.
As time ticked by, neither of them spoke, and Jin Jumo also didn't truly leave.
Rong Mochen suddenly released his clenched fists, his tense nerves seemed to relax instantly, yet his long eyebrows remained furrowed, his dark eyes turned complex, deeply locked on Jin Jumo. His voice hoarse, "Why don't you leave?"
