Mu Houchu's gaze lingered where she had disappeared from his sight. He stared at the empty gate for a long while, feeling as if his heart had hollowed out. Finally, he lowered the curtain, "Let's go."
This little woman who left him helpless.
"Yes, my lord."
Ji Xinhe entered her room, closed the door, and finally, her tense heart relaxed. She collapsed onto her bed, exhausted, her emotions complex and uncomfortable.
She had thought everything between them was over, but he said they were destined to entangle in this life and the next because he would not let go.
But could she still trust him now?
What happened a month ago, no one knew the truth. Rumors couldn't be trusted, but should his words be trusted?
When Ji Xinhe thought about that woman named Chen Yining, she felt annoyed.
She was not generous enough to forgive easily. That woman was like a thorn, stuck in her throat, making her uncomfortable, upset, especially when facing Mu Houchu. The feeling was unbearable.