"I've agreed!"
Qin Mu looked up and responded calmly to Mu Yichen, who stood by her side watching her intently.
"Since you've already made up your mind, do you still need to report to me?"
Mu Yichen nodded and then questioned her further.
The bedroom contained just the two of them, yet it felt suffocatingly tight.
Qin Mu sat on the sofa, lowered her head, and eagerly flipped through a magazine, while Mu Yichen stood at the window looking into the dim courtyard.
The room was silent, the dissatisfaction between them quietly spreading.
"Can't we stop this, please? It's tiring for us, and the elders are worried too. Didn't you always support me before?"
After thinking for a bit, Qin Mu put down the magazine, turned her head, and asked him while staring at his rigid back.
Mu Yichen's gaze, which was focused on the downstairs, grew gradually more indifferent. Support?
His support in exchange for her alienation—if that were the case, he would rather he had never supported her.
