Gong Shirao stood frozen in place, feeling the cold wind cut her cheeks like a sharp blade.
It seemed like Ou Yimo was saying that Zhan Nanjue would definitely choose her, Ou Yimo, and wouldn't return to the hotel, right?
Right.
Honestly, she wasn't confident that he would come looking for her either...
Gong Shirao's eyes began to warm with emotion.
Heaven knows how much she had anticipated this date.
This might be the first and also the last date between them.
Yet it was wasted just like this.
Would he still have the chance to see her carefully styled hair, her meticulously applied makeup, the outfit she painstakingly coordinated...
But she was different from Ou Yimo; the love she wanted had to be absolute and pure.
She couldn't allow anyone else to occupy his heart.
So, if his decision wasn't her...
Then she would also force herself to leave.
