Running forward along the dark corner, Qiao Muyuan quickly ran out of the hotel with a poor sense of direction.

Ji Changmu is constantly refreshing her bottom line.

Ji Changmu, who has always had a mysophobia, would one day do such things unscrupulously with his lover in a place like the bathroom. People change, and the current Ji Changmu felt very strange and strange to her.

Qiao Muyuan's whole body felt hot, and all she could hear was Lu Siyu's low singing. When she thought of Ji Changmu doing the same thing with Lu Siyu, Qiao Muyuan leaned against a tree and retched.

Men cannot resist temptation, especially physical temptation, and Ji Changmu is no exception.

Qiao Muyuan knew that she and Ji Changmu were divorced and whatever he did had nothing to do with her, but she couldn't accept this.

She even wondered whether Ji Changmu might have slept with Lu Siyu a long time ago, touching Lu Siyu and her at the same time.

She couldn't bear it.

There was a row of street lights not far away, and the faint light shone on Qiao Muyuan's pale face.

Her stomach was churning, and she was in pain, but she couldn't vomit it out, so she could only retch over and over again.

She stood under the lush banyan tree, and no one noticed her.

She couldn't digest this incident, and she couldn't go back to the banquet to face everyone. She was like a complete joke, being fooled, deceived, and concealed in this marriage.

How could she fail like this?

A tear ran down her cheek. She leaned against the tree, the evening wind blew past her face, and her dim eyes had no luster.

There was great singing and dancing in the hotel, and the house was full of guests.

After a long time, Qiao Muyuan regained his composure, but his face was still as pale as paper.

She walked forward along the cobblestone road. She didn't know where she was, so she kept walking barefoot.

Her feet hurt, but her chest was numb and she couldn't feel the pain.

Halfway through, her shoes slipped from her hands and fell off. She couldn't control herself and fell to the ground, breaking down and crying.

Occasionally, someone passed by her and looked at her with concern, but said nothing and continued to leave.

Some people were also very worried. A young mother came up and asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Muyuan was speechless and her throat was blocked. She shook her head.

The young mother was holding a cute little daughter with a round face. The girl had a Mickey Mouse balloon in her hand. The child gave the balloon to Qiao Muyuan. She made a milky sound and imitated an adult to comfort Qiao Muyuan: "Sister, don't cry, I'll give you the balloon."

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Qiao Muyuan's eyes were filled with tears. She hugged her knees and looked at the little girl, smiling slightly: "Thank you, just take it. Sister is fine."

"Sister is crying..."

"I'm not crying, it's just that sand got into my eyes, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable."

"Blow." The little girl really wanted to give Qiao Muyuan a blow.

The young mother also smiled: "I'm taking my daughter to the beach, do you want to come with me?"

Qiao Muyuan's expression was dull, his eyes were dull, and he still shook his head.

The young mother saw that she was dressed beautifully and she was not very old, so she guessed that she might be out of love.

The little girl took out a few milk candies from the strawberry bag she was carrying and stuffed them into Qiao Muyuan: "Give your sister some candies. She will be happy after eating them."

"Thank you." Qiao Muyuan's heart felt warm, and she couldn't help but look at the beautiful little girl in front of her.

"You're welcome, sister is so beautiful." The little girl wearing a cartoon skirt was well-behaved.

In a daze, Qiao Muyuan seemed to see himself as a child, also so cute.
Chapter completed!