Wen Zhan curled his lips, reached out, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a roguish charm. His eyes tilted upward. "Of course."
"Then I can leave now?"
"You… how could you—" He stared at the woman's overly indifferent reaction, raising his hand to her forehead.
Mu Wanqing frowned and brushed his hand away. "What do you mean?"
"Are you sick? Everything was fine… and suddenly it's like you've turned into someone else."
Wen Zhan was puzzled. To him, her unsettlingly composed reaction was almost robotic.
He had assumed that stealing a kiss this time would earn him a scolding, or at least a slap.
Mu Wanqing understood exactly what he meant and calmly explained, "We've broken up. What kind of reaction do you expect me to have?"
Wen Zhan's brow furrowed, and his gaze darkened. "So, are you saying you truly don't love me anymore? You don't feel anything for me at all?"