In the end, Huo Siyuan still became an unattainable star, the best dream she ever had.
A dream, after all, must come to an end.
"Let's go!"
A cold voice came from behind, and Li Jiaqi turned around to see this indifferent man standing behind her.
In a fit of anger, she swung her small pink fists, pounding hard on his chest.
"He Yingdong, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you..."
He Yingdong sneered, that noble face showed only deep coldness.
His strong fingers gripped her chin tightly. "I can make you hate me even more, believe it or not?"
She believed it!
Of course she did, he still had ways to reach Huo Siyuan.
Facing his fierce gaze, she silently lowered her head.
She turned and walked along the pier towards the road.
He followed behind her, watching her small figure cast a long shadow under a beam of light.
At this moment, she appeared especially haggard.
Ha, all for another man...
"Miss Li, your suitcase!"
