Bai Yiran was clearly upset.
Previously, she dared to love and hate; when she liked someone, she truly liked them, and when she didn't, she moved on quickly.
But this time, when Bai Yiran talked about Zheng Yunhao, there was a bitterness in her heart.
Seeing her eyes redden, Jiang Jiu felt uneasy too.
But there was nothing she could do.
It was a problem nearly without a solution.
They couldn't go back five years and stop this disaster.
Soon, the car arrived at the villa. Bai Yiran composed herself and said with a smile, "Okay, I've said my piece. Why are your eyes red? You've just been discharged from the hospital; don't scare me."
Jiang Jiu looked at Bai Yiran and felt a pang of heartache.
Bai Yiran rubbed her face, "Come on down, I bought you some great stuff."
Jiang Jiu suddenly had a familiar premonition.
Sure enough, as soon as she entered the door, she saw the hall was already occupied by paper boxes as tall as a person.
