"Yes!"
"Then let's meet at Qingya Cottage in half an hour."
"Okay!" Xu Qiming hung up the phone. Instead of heading home as he initially planned, he drove to Qingya Cottage.
By the time he arrived, Bai Wanrou was already waiting for him.
"Rou Rou, where have you been these days?" Xu Qiming had gone to attend Meng Shaomei's funeral, and after the funeral, he had planned to accompany and support her during her most difficult times. But she had vanished all of a sudden, and he couldn't find her anywhere over the past month.
"I went abroad to clear my head." There was a hint of heartache on Bai Wanrou's face.
Xu Qiming was touched by the sight of it, so he couldn't help but reach out to hold her hand. "Rou Rou, people can't come back from death, you don't have to be too upset."
A trace of displeasure flitted through Bai Wanrou's eyes, but it was fleeting.
"I know, but it still hurts... the way my mom died was too cruel..." she choked up.
