The woman's words were not short, and Mu Jin Huan listened patiently. The surface of his calm, dark eyes showed no ripples, only a few cold crystal flowers lying deep within.
His thin lips parted slightly, speaking indifferently, "Don't tell me you still have feelings of 'guilt' towards him."
It's only been half a year since the incident, and she has forgotten it completely?
"What are you thinking?" Nan Wan chuckled speechlessly, "Even if my compassion runs rampant, I wouldn't feel guilty towards him."
Grievances and disputes, right or wrong, have long been unclear.
Mu Jin Huan lost interest in eating, put down his chopsticks, got up and went to the bedside table to find cigarettes.
His voice was indifferent, "Then what do you want to know?"
He had his back to the sofa, so Nan Wan couldn't see what he was searching for in the drawer.
