Downstairs, Mu Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, playing games on her phone.
In the kitchen, the sounds of pots and pans occasionally came through, and soon, waves of aromas wafted out.
She would occasionally glance toward the kitchen, causing her to lose focus on the game, and she had just been kicked out of the team by the captain.
Wherever he was, even if a wall separated them, she couldn't concentrate on anything else.
Thinking about it, she realized how foolish she was for even considering separating from him.
If they really parted ways, even if he could handle it, could she?
Once there was someone who devoted himself to her wholeheartedly; how could she ever glance at someone else after that?
During those days and nights without him, she would likely only be able to lick her wounds silently.
If there was blame, it was because he treated her too well; her heart was filled with uncertainty and guilt, feeling she couldn't bear the weight of his profound love.
