Back in her room, Xia Yuqing collapsed onto the cold floor, her hands trembling as she covered her face. The pain in her chest was unbearable, the memory of moments ago replaying like a nightmare. She hoped and prayed that Long Mingze would stick to his words and send Lu Jinchen back.
At the same time, she hoped that Lu Jinchen would be okay. Tears continued to flow down her cheeks as his painful eyes, heartbroken face flashed through her mind. But then, another memory pushed through—the memory of that day. The day when everything suddenly changed.
Yesterday morning, it was the start of her nightmare.
Early morning, she woke up with a big smile and a heart fluttering with excitement. It was Lu Jinchen's birthday, and a day she was eager for. She turned her head to the side and saw him lying peacefully beside her, his handsome face softened in sleep.
