Chapter 61

That night, Lin Mochen slept deeply and for a long time.

When he awoke, his head throbbed with the dull pain of a hangover. Outside the window, it was still raining, as gloomy as the night sky.

He sat up in bed, and the events of last night gradually resurfaced in his mind.

After Mu Hanxia turned and left, he pushed Xue Ning away. She looked at him then with a dazed gaze, a very fragile posture.

He said, "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit unwell."

Xue Ning said nothing.

He walked past her and straight downstairs.

On the stairs, there was actually someone else standing—Cheng Weiwei. He didn't know when she had arrived, but Lin Mochen didn't bother with her and simply walked past.

However, downstairs, the heavy rain poured down, and the roads stretched in every direction; her figure was already gone.

...

Lin Mochen rubbed his brows and picked up his phone from beside him. He scrolled to her name and stared at it under the dim light.

Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled slightly.