He knew that her pretending to be unbothered was just for the elders to see, to put their minds at ease, but secretly, her heart had long been away from him.
Thinking about it, it was really infuriating; Jian Yan, that person, not too heavy or light, yet easily able to make Qin Mu show him a bit of a face.
In the morning, Huanhuan and Chengcheng hadn't come back either. They were playing happily outside, while Qin Mu stayed in the study, under the guise of drawing, sitting there in a daze.
These unhappy days really didn't suit this winter.
She got up, walked to the not-so-large window, and stood there looking outside. The snow was still falling, and those two little ones must be playing wildly in it.
This year, Mu Qingxin seemed to have no intention of coming back for the New Year; there hadn't been any news. Qin Mu suddenly found herself missing Zifeng, that little one, who still somewhat depended on her and liked her.
