"Ji Wei?"
Leng Yan's heart, which had just been filled with a glimmer of hope, sank again. The veins in his temples throbbed as his fingers clenched his phone, turning his knuckles white.
Do you know who is the last person he wants to see now? Do you know whose voice he hates to hear the most?
He hated himself for meddling. Let Ji Wei drink all she wants, he shouldn't have interfered! Otherwise, how could things have escalated to this point!
"My phone broke when it fell in the car. Yan, I just wanted to ask if you've found Wen Nuan?" Ji Wei's eyes brimmed with tears, her chest ached as if being tortured. Why, at this moment, couldn't he even offer her a word of comfort?
After witnessing the scene that morning, shouldn't he see her as a victim too and offer her some solace? But no, his mind was filled with Wen Nuan, without a trace of her. He didn't even ask if it hurt when Wen Nuan slapped her.
