"Once you've cleaned off, then get lost!" Bo Fengheng spared her a merciless glance before turning and descending the stairs.
He should never have come back after all, considering another woman had slept in that bed.
But this was, after all, the place where Mu Yin had lived the longest, and he had always thought of it as their home.
He came back on impulse.
Always fooling himself, thinking perhaps if he pushed the door open, she would be there waiting for him.
Nothing would have changed!
When he saw Wen Yiqing impersonating her just now, he was nearly ecstatic with happiness.
Unfortunately, it was only for a moment before the illusion shattered.
"What are you going to do?" Si Chen followed him down, puzzled.
"You haven't left yet?" Bo Fengheng settled coldly onto the couch, his noble white fingers clasping a cigarette between them, his thumb gently stroking it as if it were his dearest lover.
