Why is he standing outside so late?
Qin Mu thought about it. Since she couldn't sleep anyway, she threw on a coat and went to find him.
Mu Yichen heard the door sound but didn't turn his head. He just took a fierce drag of his cigarette and quickly stubbed it out by the tree.
Qin Mu walked over: "Not sleeping so late?"
Mu Yichen turned his head to look at her thin sleepwear under the robe, then naturally raised his hand to wrap her robe tightly around her chest.
Qin Mu's heart trembled, but she didn't move, just looked up into his eyes, trying to discern something, anything, about his thoughts from those star-like eyes.
"Can't sleep!"
Mu Yichen lowered his hand, then turned his head again to look at the road in the distance.
This place was relatively quiet, quite suitable for a heart-to-heart talk.
Qin Mu put her hands in her pockets. Seeing his unhappiness, she felt uncomfortable herself and suppressed her feelings to say softly: "You should go back! Go back to Rongcheng!"
