This should have been a good thing.
She no longer had to help Qin Qi vent, and her daughter's injuries were healed.
She should be happy.
But why, instead of joy, her heart felt desolate, as if something important would never appear again.
She gently bit her lip, absent-mindedly murmuring, "Alright, alright then..."
Qin Qi could see the disappointment in Mu Ning's eyes and smiled, "Aunt Mu, is there anything else? If not, I'll be going."
Having said that, he quietly looked at Mu Ning.
Mu Ning clenched her delicate fists.
What she wanted to say was, of course, there is more.
After all, she wanted, desperately wanted.
She hoped Qin Qi would give it to her, passionately.
But in the end, Mu Ning couldn't bring herself to say it.
"No, there isn't," she said softly.
Qin Qi smirked.
He was curious to see how long Mu Ning could play tough.
Then, he straightforwardly left.
Watching Qin Qi leave, Mu Ning was engulfed by overwhelming emptiness. The loneliness was maddening.
