Shen Wangjin didn't expect that she would ask this. After a pause, he said, "How can you tell that I'm in a bad mood?"
"I feel like," she whispered, "I just feel like you're in a bad mood."
After hearing this, Shen Wangjin slightly raised the corners of his lips. After a moment of silence, he did not answer her question. He just turned his head and looked in other directions and asked, "Is Qianxing gone?"
He was changing the subject. Of course Zhuang Yibo could tell, and in the end he could only respond in a low voice: "Yeah."
"Then let's go too." Shen Wangjin said, "You need to have a good rest."
After saying that, he held Zhuang Yibo's hand, led her to stand up, and walked to the parking spot.
Zhuang Yibo was half a step behind him, looking at his slightly lonely silhouette, and finally asked no more questions.
They checked into an executive suite of a hotel in the city center. Zhuang Yibo lay alone on the big bed and never fell asleep.
Not long after, her phone suddenly rang. She picked it up and saw that it was a message from Zhuang Kehao, informing her of Han Qin's funeral time.
Zhuang Yibo stared at the message for a long time, and the image of Han Qin before his death appeared in his mind, but his mood was unusually calm.
At this moment, she was extremely lucky, lucky that Shen Wangjin took her back to China, lucky that she could see Han Qin one last time before she passed away, and say goodbye to her decently.
After saying goodbye, everything in the past really seemed to disappear like smoke. No resentment, no hatred, no regrets, no grievances seemed to be gone.
All that's left is peace.
There is no such person as Han Qin in the world, and Zhuang Zhonghong is waiting for trial. Both of them are in their own way. She follows him, and it seems that she really has nothing to worry about anymore.
She was truly liberated.
Zhuang Yibo slowly sat up, wiped away the tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes for no apparent reason, and walked into the bathroom to wash his face.
When she came out again, she couldn't help but open the bedroom door to see what Shen Wangjin was doing.
Unexpectedly, the door opened and he was seen sitting alone by the window, quietly looking at the world outside the window.
This appearance reminded her of the situation in the hospital. She felt right. His appearance must have been affected by something.
But he was unwilling to talk to her, unwilling to confess his feelings to her, so she had no choice.
Zhuang Yibo looked at him blankly. Before he could sort out his thoughts, he suddenly heard his cell phone ringing.
Shen Wangjin came back to his senses, picked up his cell phone and took a look, but he clearly hesitated for a moment before answering the call.
He didn't know who was on the other end of the phone. He put the phone to his ear and just listened quietly, saying nothing for a long time.
When he spoke again, nearly a minute had passed, and his voice was hoarse, with a rare hint of exhaustion, "Tell it yourself, do you think it's okay?"
Hearing his tone, Zhuang Yibo knew who was on the other side.
Except for Shen Haoxuan, Shen Wangjin would probably not speak to anyone in this tone.
"Then I'll tell you, I don't agree." Shen Wangjin said, "Use your brain before doing anything!"
Zhuang Yibo didn't want to delve into the private affairs between their brothers, and was about to retreat to the room when he saw that Shen Wangjin had already hung up the phone.
She couldn't help but pause in her footsteps, and finally walked out of the room and slowly came to his side.
Shen Wangjin noticed her arrival and did not turn around, but said: "Did I wake you up?"
Zhuang Yibo squatted down next to him, held his hand on the armrest of the sofa, and whispered: "I want to go for a walk, can you accompany me?"