"I waited for you at home for a month, but you never came back to tell me the truth in person! You couldn't bear to tell me yourself!"
Lovelin's words stunned Musheng, "You were waiting for me to call back?"
No wonder Lovelin hadn't shown much reaction for a month.
Then she laughed lightly, "You know I wouldn't do that, don't you? Lovelin."
She finally called her that way again, with a somewhat cool and indifferent voice, yet with an indulgence unique to her, tears blurred Lovelin's vision, and she suddenly embraced Musheng tightly.
"Liar, why! Why!"
She clung to Musheng, still questioning over and over, while Mu Lianxuan next door was somewhat shocked, "Brother, what's going on with Musheng and Lovelin? Does she still recognize Lovelin?"
Mu Lianmiao had seen it all earlier; he knew that Lovelin must have confronted Musheng by now, but still, witnessing this scene, he felt upset, his complexion turning slightly ashen, almost not wanting to look their way; "She does."