When Sheng Qianchi received the text message from Gu Jiayin, he had just finished taking a shower and was casually towel-drying his hair.
The simple string of words pierced his heart like needles of steel.
She had clearly said she loved him, and he had also assured her that he would give up everything in Licheng City to settle down with her in Suri, yet her final decision was to break up with him and marry Mo Qiyan.
The phone was squeezed out of shape in the silence, fury burning upwards in the quiet.
He threw the towel down hard and dialed her number back, but she must have blocked him because he couldn't get through at all.
Standing there for a moment, unable to suppress the waves of anger surging up from the depths of his being, how could he, as perceptive as he was, not understand the intricate reasons behind it?
He quickly got dressed, drove down the mountain in the deep night, and returned to the old Sheng Family home.
