C12

Mu Wenshu stood in front of the wide window and realized that the sky was already completely dark. It was only seven o'clock. To him, it was always as long as a year.

The city without her was not much different from what he had imagined.

His studio was located in the most bustling part of Queen Street. He held a goblet and did not know how long he stood there. It was only when he noticed the crowd gradually dispersing did he realize that it was raining.

The weather forecast on his phone showed three cities, Beijing, Hong Kong and London.

When it was almost nine o'clock, his phone suddenly rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Teacher Mu."

The clear and somewhat enchanting female voice transmitted into his ears through the microphone. Mu Wenshu was startled, and then his mind went blank.

This Voice... He had been familiar with it.

It was only now, sitting opposite to Mu Wenshu, that Qingge realized that after these few years of not seeing him, this man had long since transformed into a calm and exquisite appearance, no longer having that immature and brutal aura from back then.

Replacing it was a type of tenacity and certainty. It was as if no matter what happened, he would always be calm and graceful.

The corner of her mouth curled up slightly as she smiled and said, "Mister Mu, long time no see."

Wenshu looked at her coldly, his face devoid of any expression.

"It's rude to ask you out, isn't it?"

Wenshu laughed, and declined to comment.

"The events of that year … "You know, I only listened to the old gramps meaning, and it doesn't mean that I have a personal opinion …"

"Miss Lu, I don't know why you're looking for me right now." Wenshu raised his head and interrupted her.

"Do you think I would look for you because of someone else?" Qingge asked.

Wenshu was slightly startled, but soon smiled. He pressed the lighter in his hand time after time, and spoke in a cold and emotionless voice: "Her matter has even less to do with me right?"

He still remembered the night Qingli left, Qingli's stubborn expression, as well as the firm words she said to him one by one: Goodbye, two is wide, each is happy.

Heh, one is good while the other is different. Everyone is happy.

Since that was the case, what was the point in not letting go?

He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and took another sip of wine. Then, he looked at Qingge: "I don't have much time, we have to set a trial tomorrow, so I need to hurry back and make preparations. If Miss Lu does not have any important matters and is just reminiscing about the past, then, I hope you can forgive me."

He really didn't want to hear this woman stab him again. For example, he didn't want to hear things like Qingli getting pregnant, Qingli getting pregnant, and Qingli living a good life with that man.

He stood up and turned to leave.

"Qingli is divorced."

Qingge blurted out these words, causing the already turned Wenshu to be stunned in place. What Qingge saw was his back figure, which just stood there blankly without moving for a long time.

The corner of her mouth twitched. She knew that these two would never be able to hear that they were having a bad time with each other.

After an unknown period of time, Wenshu rubbed his nose and turned around, his eyes gleaming with a cold and terrifying light.

"What did you say?"

"Yes, she's divorced. Xi Muyao raised a mistress outside and is now giving birth to his child. Naturally, Qingli cannot bear it. "So she …"

"Xi Muyao..."

The corner of Wenshu's mouth twitched, and after a long while, he could only utter this name.

His heart felt as if it had been numb for a very long time. He had not experienced such a clear and piercing pain for a very long time.

Lu Qingli closed his eyes and saw her beautiful and delicate face. Every time she smiled, he felt that his whole world was illuminated, that all the unhappy things were gone.

You leave me and go to your happiness. If so, why aren't you happy?

Qingge took a sip of the wine, her long nails swiping across the table casually, "As your big sister, I have come to tell you this because I really don't want to see what Qingli looks like now. Especially since she kept this matter a secret for the old man's body, so no one knew about it yet.

With that, she stood up and took her bag, "I've finished speaking. Mr Mu, I'll see you next time."

Walking to the door, Qingge pressed down on the woman's phone, with a few quick words, she hung up.

She raised her head and looked at the city that had been raided by heavy rain. Putting up her umbrella, she quickly walked towards the hotel.