With that, she turned around and left.

Mu Chen's heart was filled with tender feelings and her belly was filled with sweetness. She was splashed with the words "you are my cousin husband" until it instantly cooled down. He watched Zhang Xiao walk off in a profound manner.

After a long while, Mu Chen finally returned to the table and sat down with his stiff legs. Looking at the colorful lights flas.h.i.+ng everywhere, he spent an entire day to pick out the flower pots he bought, and he felt like he was a monkey putting on an act for other people.

He was mentally prepared to be rejected by Zhang Xiao, but when the result really came, he was still very, very sad.

He should have waited a few more months.

Mu Chen laughed again. Even if he had waited for a few months, the result would probably be the same. She was a very rational woman. When they signed the contract, he had asked her not to fall in love with him, and she had always remembered that.

She had said that once she signed the agreement, she would act according to it.

But now, since she and Tong Tong were cousins in the past, he had become her cousin!

Her "you are my cousin husband" words were really like a thousand needles stabbing Mu Chen's heart, riddling it with thousands of holes.

He had originally been conflicted because he had fallen in love with Zhang Xiao. It wasn't easy for him to learn to cherish the person in front of him, but in the end …

Silently, Mu Chen picked up the bottle of red wine, opened its lid and poured its contents into two wine cups, then held up a cup with both hands and laughed bitterly: "Cheers!"

Two hands and two cups clashed together. The strength of the cup was a bit strong, and some of the wine spilled out.

After they clinked their cups, Mu Chen drank alone.

The wine was a little spicy, but as he drank it he felt as bitter and astringent as his current state of mind.

He drank the wine until the bottle was completely empty.

There was no more wine.

He had only brought out a bottle of wine, and it was even red wine. Considering that Zhang Xiao was a girl, it was not appropriate for him to drink strong alcohol.

With Mu Chen's alcohol capacity, a bottle of red wine would not be enough to make him drunk.

Putting down the wine cup, he stood up.

Seeing the "under the moon" that he had spent a lot of effort to prepare, a bitter smile appeared on Mu Chen's lips, and she muttered: "Yi Fan, under the moon, the beauty of the morning is useless, if she does not accept it, then he will not accept it, and if not create the romantic atmosphere under the moon, then she will accept my feelings."

Slowly moving his feet, he walked to "the moon before the flower", staring blankly at the flickering lights, "IIOVEYOU," so clear expression, so deep affection, but not good results.

Mu Chen did not turn off the power, he still kept his results.

Twisting around, he walked to the railing again, placed his hands on top of it, and looked into the distance.

In the dead of night, the entire Royal Courtyard was shrouded in darkness.

All he saw was endless emptiness, endless loneliness.

He didn't know how long he stood there, but Mu Chen returned to the table and sat down. Leaning on the reclining chair, he looked up at the stars in the black sky, and slowly closed his eyes in grief.

Even though the Zhang Xiao in her room didn't hurt as much as Mu Chen, she was still tossing and turning on the bed beside him, unable to fall asleep.

Looking at Mu Ya who was sleeping soundly, like a little angel, Zhang Xiao couldn't help but reach out and caress Mu Ya's smooth and tender cheeks gently. Her fingers were filled with extreme love as they gently caressed's brows, her closed eyes, her nose, and her tender lips.

She had been Mu Ya's mother for two to three months now, and she had truly become one with the mother.

When Mu Ya called her mother, she took herself to be Mu Ya's mother.

However, there was another voice in her heart that was constantly reminding her that she was not Mu Ya's mother!

Thinking about the one year deadline that she and Mu Chen had signed, Zhang Xiao couldn't bear to part from the bottom of her heart.

Sometimes she wished she would never be separated from this child.

Even though it wasn't her own, her heart felt like a knife was being stabbed at the heart whenever she thought about her separation from Mu Ya. She could even more so feel the pain of her mother being forced to separate from her back then.

"Mu Ya, Mu Ya, what do you think mother should choose?"

Zhang Xiao muttered to a child who was not even two years old, hoping that this child could help her make sense of the situation, but the little child had slept soundly with his mother, so she didn't even know what changes had happened between the adults.

When she fell asleep, her lips curved into a smile.

The child was dreaming, dreaming of something, not knowing, but she was laughing, laughing innocently, laughing innocently.

Zhang Xiao, who couldn't sleep, sat up on the bed. She could not hear any footsteps, so she was a little worried as she knew that Mu Chen was still on the roof.

She was not an idiot, she had felt the affection Mu Chen showed for her.

But she could not be with him. She was afraid.

She didn't dare to respond to Mu Chen's love because she was afraid.

She was afraid that she would fall in love like her mother, but what happened?

Marriage was the tomb of love, and she didn't want to bury herself.

Not to mention that Mu Chen was her cousin husband.

After getting off the bed, Zhang Xiao walked out of her room wearing her house slippers and headed towards the roof.

The decorations on the rooftop were still the same, except that the male lead was already asleep on the reclining chair. The two wine gla.s.ses on the table reeked of alcohol, but they were empty. There were no more bottles of wine left, they had all been drunk cleanly by Mu Chen.

Zhang Xiao stood in front of Mu Chen, and looked down at him. She wanted to wake him up, and after bending down, she kept quiet.

After standing up, Zhang Xiao turned and left.

Not long after, she brought up a thin blanket. It was an autumn night, and sleeping on the rooftop like this was very easy to catch a cold.

She gently covered Mu Chen's body with the blanket and tried her best not to wake him up.

Mu Chen drank a bottle of wine. Under the influence of the alcohol, he was sleeping soundly, so he did not know that Zhang Xiao was gently covering him with a blanket. Once, when Zhang Xiao fell asleep on the sofa, he took off his suit jacket, wanting to help Zhang Xiao put it on.

But now, Zhang Xiao had completed the things that he had not completed in the past.

After covering Mu Chen with the quilt, Zhang Xiao looked around at the lonely flowers on the roof, those small lamps that were s.h.i.+ning with a lonely light, and in the end, still turned and went downstairs.

Peace was restored to the night.