"Left?"
Hearing noise from outside the door, Mu Qian closed his computer and looked at the person walking in.
Wen Jiaren nodded, her clear black-and-white eyes gazing at him, "Do you think... if Meng Jingyi didn't die this time, faced with the regretful Ding Chen Tai, would she forgive him and change her mind?"
"Mrs. Mu, there's something wrong with your statement." Mu Qian raised his bold eyebrows.
Wen Jiaren pondered for a moment and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with it?"
Mu Qian set his laptop aside and walked over to her, lightly flicking her smooth forehead with his long, beautiful fingers, "Forgiving is easy, but changing one's mind is hard. No matter how you piece together broken glass, it will still have cracks."
Wen Jiaren sighed after hearing this, "Yes, once there's a crack in the heart, it's hard to restore it to its original state. It will be like a thorn, lodged deep in the heart, constantly reminding you of its existence."
