Moo Huantong shook her head and realized her clothes had been changed. When she thought of what had happened at Swan Bay…
she turned her head away, her nose suddenly stinging for no reason.
Tong Ran caught sight of the marks on her neck and more or less guessed what had happened. She took her hand. "Don't bottle it up. If you feel awful, just say it."
Moo Huantong sniffed. She rarely cried, because she felt that was admitting defeat to life. She lifted her head. "You really don't mind at all?"
Tong Ran was taken aback. "Mind what?"
"I mean… your husband." Moo Huantong stared at her face in a strange way. "You should know, right? Why aren't you angry?"
Tong Ran's lips curved in a faint smile. She didn't answer. Moo Huantong had no choice but to ask again, "Do you and Lu Yuwei… know each other?"
"He's my teacher, he taught me piano."
Moo Huantong nodded. Tong Ran thought of what Mo Beiyan had said, then carefully asked, "You and your teacher…"
