Bai Moqing stood quietly in the corner of the corridor, looking at the night scenery and Mu Xiaoqi not far away, listening to their dialogue, heart like a knife.

The familiarity between two people drives him mad with jealousy.

But what is his madness? Bai Moqing slightly and unconsciously stepped back and stepped back until she reached the corner and could not see the scene that made him jealous and unable to let go.

He leaned weakly against the wall, his eyes were empty and he looked ahead at the cold and pale wall, his heart was as dead as death.

I don't know how long it took for his...