She glanced at him: "If you want me to leave tonight, I can!"
At worst, I'll just move to the studio to sleep for a night and leave tomorrow.
And since he's the one driving me away, if he comes looking again in the future...
Qin Mu looked up at him, very rational, very clear-headed.
Mu Yichen squinted through the smoke, watching her, observing the unflinching and poised look in her eyes as she looked at him: "I notice you're different from before!"
He suddenly said, then with a half-smile, he took another puff of his cigarette.
"Oh? How am I different?"
She gently asked him, curiosity pushing her to ask despite her sore throat.
"I can't quite say, you just are!"
He shook his head, still smiling enigmatically.
"Your eyes don't seem to say you can't quite say!"
Qin Mu bluntly exposed his lie, then lowered her head again to fold her sweater neatly into the suitcase.
"Taking them back and forth is a hassle, are you sure you want to take such a big suitcase?"
