Xiyan collapsed onto the coffee table.
With a crash, several empty wine bottles toppled over with her.
"But, An Ran, Ruge, do you know… even though he's said such heartless words, I still want to see him… I still want to ask him why… I still cannot accept it…"
Why can he just say he doesn't love anymore?
How can he say he doesn't love anymore?
Elsewhere.
Ou Jue finished his shower and walked out wearing a bathrobe.
Is it an illusion? His room still carries the scent of that woman.
Frowning slightly, Ou Jue shook his damp hair, pulled the covers and got in bed, intending to switch off his phone.
At this moment, a past incident flashed through his mind.
It happened last year.
At that time, Xia Zhiyun hadn't woken up yet, and Xiyan was living alone in the rundown old house.
She once stayed home sick and missed school, suddenly getting acute gastroenteritis.
In a daze, she dialed Ou Jue's number.
