An Lin did not expect that Qin Mu was waiting for her at the entrance of the Mo Family Villa.
The sunset's afterglow shone on his chiseled features but could not warm the chilly outline of his face. Even through the car window, An Lin's heart ached at the cold detachment in his eyes.
"Miss, we've arrived."
The taxi driver, seeing her linger in the car, couldn't help but remind her.
An Lin replied with a "good", paid, and pursed her lips as she got out of the car.
Qin Mu stepped forward to help with her luggage, but An Lin avoided him.
The taxi sped away, leaving an air of suffocating silence.
Qin Mu, towering over An Lin, not only emitted an air of detachment but also gave her an intensely uncomfortable sense of oppression. At this moment, she inexplicably recalled how awkward things were when she confessed to him.
Back then, Qin Mu treated her just as he did now, cold and distant.
Rejection from miles away.
Her chest ached faintly.
