Zhan Moxiao's study was vast, filled with a thick scent of books. He walked in and sat down on a large office chair.
Each step seemed to carry with it a storm.
That night felt as if it had spanned a century. By dawn, everything seemed as if the seas had changed into mulberry fields.
Just like his mood.
In just over two hours, he felt as if he had lived a thousand years. Looking back, everything seemed to have changed drastically.
He sat in the large chair, his face haggard and his expression despondent.
Qin Qingnan and Xie Shichen both followed him in and sat opposite him.
After a discussion downstairs, both of them had lost hope in this relationship; they hoped Zhan Moxiao could let go and not overly blame himself for the previous night's events.
After all, Ou Lan was the one who had deceived and betrayed him first; the main responsibility lay with her.
Being unable to be with a man like Zhan Moxiao, who loved her dearly, was her misfortune.
