The car was driving at a uniform speed on the road of Qia Island. Moxinran was silent all the time, without the cocky posture of the past. It was like eggplant frosted and wilting in an instant.

Looking coldly at Mo Xinran, Mo Xinran was unconscious, just immersed in an endless thought can not get out. Her heart began to panic, and many times she took deep breaths to calm herself, but in vain.

The car stopped slowly after arriving at the manor.

Mechanically, Mo Xinran took the handbag, opened the door and went out, then walked to the house with mechanical steps... It's like a puppet that's emptied of...