Yang Qin understood that she didn’t want to see Mu Yichen. She had heard Xi Meng speak of some things between Qin Mu and Mu Yichen, so she nodded: "Hmm!"

Yang Qin personally escorted Qin Mu to the car at the hotel entrance, and only turned back to go upstairs after watching Qin Mu’s car drive off into the distance.

Mu Yichen poured himself a glass of red wine early in the morning, standing alone by the window looking out.

Yang Qin stood behind the sofa watching the man in front of the glass window, suddenly feeling that as a secretary, she was really useless, unable to help at all.

"Madam said she would explain to you personally the reason for her hurried departure after she returns to Rongcheng!"

Yang Qin lied, but she only hoped her boss wouldn’t be too sad.

Mu Yichen ignored her; in fact, he didn’t know how to respond to her.

A woman who wouldn’t even call him, what would she explain to him?

But he could pretend not to know the truth and use this excuse to ask her, ask her why she ignored him when she saw him.

Why? Just that moment, he didn’t feel at all that they were husband and wife.

Why? That moment, he felt they were like long-lost familiar strangers.

Did he fly from Rongcheng to London so quickly just to have a glimpse of her?

But reality is so cruel, and he found himself pitiful, like a fool.

On the way to the airport, Qin Mu was equally shocked.

Why did they, after clearly meeting, feel even less connected than before they got married?

Back then, they would at least pretend to greet each other, but this time, having seen each other, why was no one brave enough to take a step forward?

Qin Mu didn’t understand why tears prickled at her eyes. She raised her hand to rub lightly and found that her eyes were unbearably sore.

At the airport, as she got out of the car with her bag and phone, the orange bag was left behind in the car that the hotel sent to drop her off.

——

Night, at the hotel.

"Don’t tell me you didn’t go to London because Mumu was there too. Tell me honestly, did you find her?"

The message from the old man’s phone. After listening, Mu Yichen set down his phone, turned on only a dim light, and looked at the orange bag placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

The bag looked familiar yet unfamiliar.

He stepped forward, sat down, leaned over to pick up the bag, and saw a note pressed beside it, written in beautiful English.

"Ms. Qin’s bag left in the car; Ms. Qin asked it to be sent to Mr. Mu’s room for Mr. Mu to take back."

Mu Yichen casually placed the note back on the table, then picked up the bag again, leaning back into the sofa, staring at the bag in a daze, for reasons unknown.

She wouldn’t meet him but asked him to take her bag back. At such a moment, did she remember he was her husband?

But who knows at what time, in the darkness, her bag was opened.

Mu Yichen was already lying in bed, yet he suddenly went to get her bag again, opened it, and dumped everything out.

Lipstick, tissues, a charger, nothing more.

Her bag was clean, not a single thing he hoped for.

Mu Yichen tossed the bag aside in despair and lay down again. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He didn’t regret coming this time, but he really regretted it!

He regretted why he didn’t take the initiative to walk over to her?

She’s never been one to take the initiative, yet he was still angry with her for not coming to find him. Truly, how foolish of him.

Later, he turned his gaze to the bag he had tossed aside. Though still angry, he reached out again with his long arm to bring the bag close, gently touching it, looking at it silently.

Suddenly, he remembered that song lyric, longing is such a mysterious thing.

He’d forgotten which song it was, but the longing in his heart began to surge, flooding his heart until it seemed to run wildly toward her.

He felt every cell in his body protesting his morning foolishness, every strand of hair missing her, following her.

But how could he express this feeling to her?

He could almost imagine what she would say if he told her this.

She would surely say: Mu Yichen, give me some time! Please give me a little more time!

So now, silence was the best response.

Yet, luckily, with the bag by his side, he finally made it through this long night.

——

Mu Yichen stayed in London, while Yang Qin’s grandmother received another critical notice, prompting Yang Qin to rush back urgently.