Leng ran wanted to go back, but when he thought of Ji Mianmian's crying face and Yan qingsi's warning, he could not move his feet.
Yan qingsi was someone who rarely asked for help. Since she had already said that, it was clear how serious Ji Mianmian's situation was. Leng ran pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what was going on inside.
However, their apartment was a high-end apartment. The materials used in the building were too good, and the sound insulation effect was especially good. He couldn't hear anything at all.
After some thought, he sent a WeChat message to Yan qingsi.
The room was dark. Ji Mianmian curled up on the floor and bit her hand hard to stop herself from crying.
I'm afraid of this place. I miss you so much. I'm afraid that I'll go crazy if I come back here and look at the place where you've lived and smell your lingering scent.
But if I don't come back, I'm even more afraid ...
I'm afraid that I'll forget you one day!
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