A burst of pain transmitted from the back of his hand, as if a bullet had penetrated through it, burrowing into the heart protected beneath by his palm, shattering all the deep-seated expectations—warmth, tenderness, and the home he had longed for his entire life, all smashed to pieces.
Viciously, mercilessly thrown to the ground, shattered into fragments.
Seeing the determination in the woman's eyes, the fury in his own gradually subsided, completely replaced by desolation.
He slowly withdrew the knife and carelessly tossed it to the ground, then turned and walked toward the door of her room.
Only then did Wen Jiaren raise her hand to cover her body, picking up her nightgown and draping it over herself.
Mu Qian entered Mu Xiao's room and soon after, came out carrying the soundly sleeping Xiao'er, heading straight for the door. Wen Jiaren, watching his back, unconsciously followed him.
She knew she had won the bet!
