After Qin Mu answered the call, she couldn't sleep and sat gloomily on the bed hugging herself, wondering if he had indeed called her or if he had accidentally pressed his phone.
It should have been an accidental press on the phone; given his character, he wouldn't call her so willingly.
Besides, what good would it do even if he called?
After the phone call this evening, Qin Mu felt like there was a knot in her heart, and even though it was a butterfly knot, it still made her feel uncomfortable, her heart uneasy.
Unable to lie down any longer, Qin Mu leaned against the headboard, drowsily thinking about him.
She thought about the things he said that night with Qin Mingzhu, how he enjoyed making her embarrassed in front of the elders, delighting in tormenting her.
Those fleeting glances were like needles, stabbing into her heart over and over.
Pain that refused to subside for a long, long time.
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