In the car by the roadside downstairs.
Luo Haofeng was still staring blankly at the window on the second floor when the sound of two message alerts suddenly echoed inside the car.
His heart trembled, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and read the message.
As expected, the message was from Bai Xiaoxiao.
Looking at the content of the message, emotions of pain, struggle, and excitement surged and intertwined in the depths of Luo Haofeng's dark eyes.
Xiaoxiao is not really heartless.
She still cares about him.
He reread the message again and again, reluctant to even skip the punctuation marks, and by the end, his eyes unconsciously grew wet.
He carefully closed the message and put the phone back in his pocket.
Looking up, he stared again at the now-darkened window on the second floor.
He knew Xiaoxiao wasn't asleep.
If he didn't leave, Xiaoxiao probably wouldn't be able to sleep either,
