The question acted like a key, unlocking a door in Mu Qingxue's heart that she had been avoiding all this time.
She looked around the small living room.
The light was a warm, cozy amber, unlike the cold crystal chandeliers of the Mu Family Villa. The air still carried the faint aroma of dinner, mingled with Mengmeng's subtle milky scent. A thin blanket was draped over the sofa, a water glass sat on the coffee table, and toys were piled in the corner.
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