Just as she ran out of the hospital, Xiyan's eyes turned red.
Her nose felt sour, and she really wanted to cry.
It was a kind of grievance that words could never express.
This grievance had been brewing for so many days, ever since Ou Jue decided to go to S Country with Qiao Qianmo. But it had never been magnified as much as it was at this moment.
Hugging her arms tightly, wandering the early morning streets, Xiyan's mind was in an utter haze.
Ou Jue… does he not love her as much as he used to?
He must not.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have acted the way he did tonight.
The shuffling sound of footsteps echoed behind her.
Xiyan quickened her pace, and the person behind matched her speed.
She deliberately slowed down, and the person followed suit.
Damned. That person seemed to be tailing her.
Xiyan's back stiffened. At this hour, there were hardly any people on the street.
Could it be some twisted pervert?
Grieved and scared, Xiyan didn't dare to glance back.
