He sat alone on a long bench, blankly watching the relentless flood of people leaving work. As the crowd dwindled, night gradually deepened.
He missed her. Ever since he'd been away on business, right up until this moment. Worry, longing, pain... all these negative emotions had nearly crushed him.
Even if she was ruthless, even if she fought with his mother, even if she had countless flaws... he still missed her.
Especially after she had suffered such grievous harm, he realized he was utterly powerless—it was his own weakness that had led to this disastrous outcome.
His cellphone held a number that never connected.
He didn't give up, dialing every few minutes, but no miracle occurred.
「In the morning」
The shop had just opened for business. Xu Xiaoya was sitting in the office, her coffee still unfinished, when a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
