C382 Pack up and Follow Me to the Civil Affairs Bureau

Separated by a distance, Qiao Xin'an lay on the stone table, her head hanging low. Because she was leaning sideways towards him, Mu Zhengyan could only see half of her face, not her complete expression.

Her thin back was like a little mole that had been abandoned.

Lonely and aggrieved.

It was winter now. The stone bench and the stone chair were so cold