Every word turned into a sharp sword, piercing her skin and stabbing directly into her flesh, exposing bare bones.
This invisible pain almost took her life.
Her slender body seemed to be standing in a fierce storm, teetering on the verge of collapse.
Her lips opened and closed, trying several times before she made a sound, "Mu Huan, have you fallen in love with her?"
Mu Jin Huan simply said, "She is my wife."
Yu Qinglu acted as if she hadn't heard, asking again, "Have you fallen in love with her?"
Her voice was hoarse, as if it was squeezed forcefully from her throat.
Mu Jin Huan's dark eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze falling on the wedding ring between his fingers, as if contemplating an appropriate answer.
After a long while, he spoke in a low voice, "Before marrying her, I wanted the Mu Family; now, I only want her."
...
In front of the Mu Group Building, Yu Qinglu was wearing only office attire, without a coat or down jacket.
