Mu Huan's face sank. Perhaps she had noticed something, she slowly turned her head around. Suddenly, a weak figure appeared before her.
Chen Qingyan's face was pale. She had long been thoroughly disappointed by Mu Ling, so she was not really affected by Mu Ling's defiance of Mu Huan's request to kill Suyi. Only her lips curled up into a sarcastic smile.
From the moment Mu Ling decided to abandon her, she was no longer the Chen Qingyan she was before.
"Mu Ling."
A small, weak voice called out, just like it did in the past.
Mu Ling turned his head around and saw Chen Qingyan who looked a little old.
Chen Qingyan slowly walked closer and looked at Mu Ling who was kneeling on the floor, seemingly condescending.
That kind of gaze was one that Mu Ling had never seen since he knew Chen Qingyan.
"Chen Qingyan."
He clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath. Only then did his emotions calm down.
