"A heartless woman like you doesn't deserve anyone's love!" Ling Chuan said, enunciating each word.
As if he were telling her.
And also as if he were convincing himself.
An Ziqing, however, looked very calm. She didn't speak, walked out, closed the door, and leaned against it.
Tears slid from the corner of her eyes. "I know."
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An Ziqing didn't know how she drifted back home.
When she finally got home and opened the door, the door of the apartment next door opened too.
An Ziqing glanced at the key in her hand. If she wasn't sure she was standing at her own door, she'd have thought she was opening Mo Wei's.
Mo Wei rushed out wearing only his underwear, walked up to An Ziqing, and said, "Where have you been all day? I couldn't find you anywhere! What's with that bump on your forehead!"
"I fell by accident. My phone died. You needed something?"
