Mu Qingxue lulled Mengmeng to sleep, tucked her in carefully, and then tiptoed out to close the bedroom door behind her, returning to the living room downstairs.
The living room was terrifyingly quiet. The air seemed to have frozen, pressing down heavily on their chests.
Mu Zhenhua sat alone in the main sofa, his spine straight, his expression dark as the gathering storm.
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