He finally stopped talking and turned away.
Ou Yimo watched Zhan Nanjue's departing figure, feeling a tightness in her chest.
Why did he look at her with that strange gaze? It was as if he was inexplicably hurt.
He clearly didn't say anything, didn't argue with her, and left just like that.
Yet she felt an inexplicable discomfort as if something very important was slowly slipping away from her life.
Was she going crazy?
Ou Yimo snapped back to reality, with Zhan Nanjue's figure long gone. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and quickly dismissed that indescribable feeling.
As long as she leveraged the rumors with Gong Beiyao to gain some more fame, she'd have plenty of endorsements and gigs coming her way. Even if her hand needed a little more time to heal, she wouldn't worry.
Ou Yimo guessed right; soon, her manager's phone was almost ringing off the hook.
*
On the other side.
