Lin Yuluo let out a soft chuckle, her laughter carrying something heart-wrenching.
"Since that's the case, let's meet less from now on, just consider us ordinary friends. This time, you saving me can be seen as you repaying me."
After saying this, Lin Yuluo lay back on the chair and covered herself with a thin blanket.
Ling Zhenfei's heartbeat quickened slightly, not sure why, as if there were chains binding his heart; the pain intensified wherever his heart pulsed.
This might be what they call heartbreak. Rushing to the Southern Hemisphere on the second day of the New Year, only to end up with such a conclusion.
Ling Zhenfei suddenly felt something missing from him, becoming disoriented, maybe it was his soul.
His mind was filled with memories of him and Lin Yuluo, the countless moments they'd shared, and how at one point, he was mistaken for Lin Yuluo's boyfriend.
