When Su Mingzhe came back after chasing Wang Jingyi, he saw Mu Qing wearing that skirt, "Take it off, who told you to wear it? It's dirty."
"Ha" Mu Qing chuckled, with nothing wrong with his expression.
She glanced at Su Mingzhe, who looked unhappy, and said with a half-smile.
"Why, this is for her, too. I just said that the color is so white. It doesn't bring out my elegance at all."
She chose to forget the love and emotion she felt when she first saw this skirt, otherwise she wouldn't have been so eager to put it on.
Also, why did Su Mingzhe choose a skirt of this color for herself? It was because she was being sentimental.
She took off her skirt openly in front of Su Mingzhe without covering it up at all. Su Mingzhe lowered his head awkwardly and refused to look at Mu Qing.
In fact, he already regretted that sentence when he said it, but seeing Mu Qing's indifferent attitude, he chose to remain silent.
Therefore, Mu Qing would not know that he, Su Mingzhe, almost traveled all over the city to choose this dress for her.
Mu Qing wrapped herself in a sheet and left gracefully. When she was out of sight of Su Mingzhe, she let herself lean against the wall tiredly.
Tears flowed down without warning. The woman was right, Mu Qing would never get someone's sincerity, even if that person spent his entire youth loving her.
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