The world overturned in that moment, and Ling Chuxia stood frozen in place, trembling uncontrollably despite the absence of a breeze.
The dim light from the phone screen illuminated the man's face—the man whose features she had tried with all her might to forget. His eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his lips were all deeply etched in her heart. Almost instantly, she recognized him as Shi Che.
He stood there, on the balcony next door.
Blinking, Chuxia's heart filled with a cold sneer. It turned out her intuition was right; the person living next door was indeed Shi Che, not some coincidence.
And... right after she had sent that WeChat message to Mr. S, his phone had rung… Now, don't tell her it was a coincidence again?
Ling Chuxia's hands shook violently, but she forced herself to steady her fingers to type out each letter. Then, she fixed her gaze on the figure opposite her and pressed send.
As expected, the moment she hit send, the phone over there beeped instantly.
