Even though he could only look at her, he couldn't get a definite response from her. He always thought she was moved and had feelings for him. If not, why would she accept his kiss and everything he gave her?
Is this all just an exchange of interests? He thinks about her all the time, but does she take it all for granted? She can't even give him a promise. The moment her husband appeared, she easily abandoned him and left with that man. Are they really so fragile?
All sorts of resentment flooded my thoughts, making my mind increasingly chaotic. My head was throbbing, my temples were throbbing, and my brain was on edge.
It's so late, what is Jiang Shuya doing? What is she doing with her husband? Are they being intimate? How will that man treat her? An increasingly unpleasant image appeared in my mind: their intimate and affectionate way of being together. No, I need to ask her myself, to hear her clearly in person what I really mean to her.
Lin Moxiao turned around, quickly grabbed his coat from the sofa, and hurried downstairs. As he passed through the stairwell, he almost bumped into Yang's mother, who was bringing him dinner.
"Young Master Lin, are you going out? You haven't had dinner yet. It's been reheated twice already."
Ever since she saw this young master today, he returned in a daze this afternoon. Seeing his icy, cold face and his aloof attitude, Madam Yang wisely refrained from approaching him.
Lin Moxiao put on his coat and stood at the top of the stairs, expressionless. "I have something to do. Take it away, I'm not eating."
Mrs. Yang looked on helplessly as he walked toward the garage.
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