Is she… reluctant to let him go?
Knowing it's impossible, it still brought Mu Zheng an extraordinary pleasure.
Mu Zheng was indeed just testing the waters.
Adjusting his clothes casually, Mu Zheng made his way towards Mu Lin, one step at a time. The red wine that originally sat quietly on the table was now back in Mu Lin's hands.
She didn't like to drink, but the color of this wine was indeed appealing.
The vibrant red color carrying small ripples, it was beautiful.
Seeing the cold, bloodthirsty curve of Mu Lin's smile only seemed to excite Mu Zheng even more.
The indifferent expression, the disregard for others; did she not realize that they were actually strangers?
They were strangers, and a world built on righteousness would bury all her talents.
For all that was happening, the crowd watched in an awestruck manner, completely clueless as to why the two were fighting. Yet, just as they were getting into it, everything suddenly stopped.