1863 Shy? (1)

Mu Yuchen's eyes flashed with surprise, but Qi Lei threw him a disdainful look—

"I'm just too lazy to bother with you. Let's go back."

Then, he took the umbrella and turned around quietly.

Mu Yuchen took one last look at Mu Yinan and Wang Hui's tombstones. Finally, he nodded and walked forward.

The sky started to drizzle again. Qi Lei raised the umbrella directly above Mu Yuchen's head, and the two of them left unhurriedly.

...

The sky turned dark very quickly, especially on such a rainy day. It was already gloomy at just past 5 p.m., and now at past 6 p.m. the sky was completely dark.

On the cement road leading to a luxurious villa in the suburbs, the street lamps on both sides were already lit up.

Zhou Zimo drove alone through the misty rain and soon arrived at the door. After swiping his card, he steadily drove in.

The lights in the villa were on, and she saw her newly bought Volvo in the garage. She should be home now.