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What a joke. When Liang Zhou first arrived, she had been sincerely worried about Mu Chen. She had

thought Mu Chen had a lover outside of his marriage and was thinking about ways she could cover up

for him in front of Jiang Jin. Who knew the joke was on her? She was like a clown.

At this moment, she had broken down completely, torn to pieces. Her eyes brimmed with despair and

her face was stained with tears as she looked at Mu Chen in a daze. After a while, she asked hoarsely,

“W-why… Why did you bring me here and show me this?”

Mu Chen said, “Don’t misunderstand. I don’t have any good intentions.”

Liang Zhou was not surprised by these words. She only smiled bitterly as she covered her face with her

hands. This was her retribution.

“Now, do you want to know who that woman is?” Mu Chen asked emotionlessly.

Liang Zhou did not give herself any more time to mourn her feelings. What right did she have to mourn

anyway? She slowly rose to her feet, feeling as though her flesh was being torn and her bones were

breaking. She composed herself, no longer looking as sorry as before. With great difficulty, she used

the wall to support her as she stood up. She felt as though she was walking on knives as she made her Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

way to the binoculars again. She smiled bitterly as she wondered if this was the pain Liang Zhen had

felt back then.

She inhaled deeply before she looked through the binoculars again.

At this time, the woman was no longer in Mu Qing’s arms.