"So, He Jingyao has given up?" Pei Yuanchen laughed, "And you, do you feel relieved?"
She paused for a moment before nodding her head, "Yeah, relieved."
After uttering those words, Zhixi suddenly felt as if all her strength had been drained away.
Her trip to Yangdong City went unexpectedly smoothly, but she didn't feel happy at all.
Not only was she not happy, but the sadness in her heart was creeping up layer by layer, about to completely engulf her.
Watching her pale face, Pei Yuanchen finally refrained from making any more sarcastic remarks, "Go and rest for a while; I'll accompany you to pick up Xiaobao in the afternoon."
Zhixi nodded absently and turned back to her room.
She walked to the bedside, sat down against the bed, and then took out a photo from her suitcase.
From now on, I will belong to you.
She whispered this sentence to herself, and gradually, the familiar brows and eyes of the man in the photo became blurry.
