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He stared at the cabinet door, his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

He seemed to be thinking about whether he could bear the consequences of opening that door.

The two seconds of silence were stretched infinitely.

In the end, he chose to reach out and open the cabinet door.

What caught the eye was the neatly arranged clothes and skirts.

There is nothing at the bottom of the wardrobe except a few storage boxes.

Bo Jingchen stared at the closet for a few seconds, and her breathing gradually calmed down.

Slowly turning back, his eyes fell on her stubborn little face.

The smooth and plump lips opened and closed, and the soft touch seemed to be still imprinted in his perception.

"What else are you looking for? Do you want to look under the bed?" Xia Mu's voice was full of ridicule.

She knew nothing about the inexplicable distraction of the man in front of her.

All she knew was that the cold sweat on her back was almost soaking her home clothes.

Really tired.

From the age of six to twenty-six, she chased him for twenty years.

She picked him up when he was drunk, took care of him when he was sick, and stayed with him to get scolded when he was in a bad mood.

Like a dog with its tail always wagging, she circled around him for twenty years.

Now, she didn't want to go around anymore and wanted to try to forget him, but he came again to bring bad luck.

If she wanted to cut out the carrion, she would have to grit her teeth and completely separate from him.

Before Bo Jingchen could say the next words, Xia Mu reminded softly in a hoarse voice, "Bo Jingchen, even if it is true that I have hidden someone at home, it has nothing to do with you."

"How come it has nothing to do with me?" Bo Jingchen's voice suddenly rose, with a loss of control that he didn't even realize.

"At least, you are still my nominal fiancé——"

"Have you forgotten? It won't be the case soon." Xia Mu interrupted him directly.

She raised her head and looked directly into the eyes that once made her heart beat faster just by looking at them.

But now, her shadow was completely reflected in those pupils.

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