Ji Xinxin?
Shi Che waved his hand and let the servant go. A trace of doubt flickered through the depths of his eyes. After a moment, he took out his phone and dialed Ji Xinxin's number.
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Ji Xinxin had just woken up and was planning to go for a nice breakfast with Ling Chuxia, then drive to the suburbs for some relaxation. However, when she woke up and scanned the house, she didn't see Ling Chuxia anywhere. Eventually, she found a note pressed under her phone on the bedside table.
Ji Xinxin's brows furrowed as she reached out and pulled out the note. Ling Chuxia's elegant handwriting appeared before her.
Xinxin, I'm sorry, please forgive my sudden departure. Everything that happened here feels like a dream—good, bad, happy, unhappy. Now that I'm awake from the dream, I should find my new life. I believe I will eventually break free from this dream's bonds.
