Qin Mu and Mu Yichen were both a bit dispirited on their way home. Mu Yichen occasionally glanced at her while driving and noticed that her expression was blank, as if she was under some sort of spell.
"They've lived together for so many years, it's impossible for there to be no feelings at all."
Mu Yichen's deep voice reminded her, his dark eyes still fixed seriously on the road ahead.
"Mm!"
Qin Mu responded reflexively, her voice dull and lifeless.
It was just too sudden, so sudden that it felt like her chest had been struck fiercely, the pain dull and suffocating, as if it left a bruise on her heart for a fleeting moment.
After returning to the Mu Family house, the entire family sat on the sofa. The elders, upon hearing about this matter, could only sigh.
Mu Zihao said, "Perhaps this was her fate. You all shouldn't think too much about it, especially you, Mumu."
Mu Zihao rarely spoke to her with such serious solemnity.
Qin Mu obediently replied, "I'm fine!"
