Wen Yu saw them off, and on his way back, he sat in the taxi looking at the densely packed skyscrapers of Hong Kong, squinting slightly at the bright, somewhat glaring sunlight. No one knew what emotions were stirring in his heart at that moment.
They had been broken up for more than a month.
Yes, broken up.
And not long after they broke up, she returned to Hong Kong. What she did was absolutely ruthless.
Was she afraid of being entangled?
He watched helplessly as her drink was drugged, then he went along with it, drank the glass himself, and clung to her, pretending that something had happened, forcing her to take responsibility for him.
He would never forget her resigned yet amused look, as if he was just joking.
He threatened to tell his sister about their affair, she agreed to him, but it was only for a few days. The second time they met, she drove to his school to pick him up and took him to a high-end revolving Western restaurant.
