The room fell silent; no explanations, no arguments, just the two of them standing there like soulless shells.
Later, they turned their backs on each other and slept separately!
——
When Mu Yichen uttered those words of letting go, Qin Mu could not comprehend it.
She had already accepted it! Accepted Mu Yichen's persistence, he had said it so many times, so resolutely, that unless he died, he would never let her go.
Once, she wanted so much to escape him, yet he always found ways to keep her by his side.
The past was behind them, the present and the future had yet to unfold.
——
The next day!
Qin Mu didn't bring the children; she drove alone to her mother's grave.
She only brought a bunch of chrysanthemums. Dressed in a black coat over a white inner layer, her long hair cascading behind her ears, just her silhouette looked a bit haggard.
She climbed the mountain slowly and arduously, in her eight-centimeter high heels.
