She stood up, glanced lightly at the invitation next to her, then went to open the door. Mu Liang gazed deeply at her, having seen from a distance how she sat alone on the steps, looking lost and forlorn, as if she had been abandoned in another world. Her soul seemed to be adrift, her body hollowed out. He couldn't help wanting to ask what on earth was wrong with her?
He didn't understand why he had driven to her house.
"Mr. Mu, is there something you need?" Qiao Xia asked, her lips pursed with a hint of indifference, "Your fiancée has just sent over an invitation. Do you also want to give me one?"
Her plain words choked off all of Mu Liang's heartache and unease.
His gaze swept over the bright red on the white steps, which indeed was strikingly garish.
"Qiao Xia, do you love me?" Mu Liang asked.
Qiao Xia was taken aback. Mu Liang rarely asked such straightforward questions.
